Guilt complex times two.
WHO: Optimus Prime like_a_bossbot and... Optimus Prime ichooseboth
WHAT: Removing his stasis cuffs and all kinds of awkward. :(
WHERE: Optimus' apartment
WHEN: Monday night, when the virus has worn off.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Excessive awkward? References to the event, probably.
[It took a long while before Optimus settled down. His pride was wounded, which in that state, was far worse than any physical hurt. He wanted to punch his alternate in the faceplates for what he'd done, the humilation burning his systems like molten slag.
The fist few times Roller had checked on him, he'd sworn and growled and yelled and any other verbal abuse he could manage - He wished he could have thrown something, not that his body was working. He even tried feigning being cured, for all the good it did with his obviously red optics.
He guessed that he eventually fell into recharge, because when he woke up, everything was different.
And decidedly wrong.
Optimus didn't need the system message to know the virus had finally been purged from his systems - and he was pretty sure his tanks were going to join in the purging. Just looking at the black paint was making his internals twist uncomfortably, the full weight of all the things he'd done taking root in his spark. Half of it he couldn't fully believe - He probably would have shuddered if his body weren't still locked from the cuffs.
He only considered calling for his alternate for a moment, before quickly deciding against it, shuttering his optics. He could use a moment - and he doubted that Optimus would really want to see him right now.]
WHAT: Removing his stasis cuffs and all kinds of awkward. :(
WHERE: Optimus' apartment
WHEN: Monday night, when the virus has worn off.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Excessive awkward? References to the event, probably.
[It took a long while before Optimus settled down. His pride was wounded, which in that state, was far worse than any physical hurt. He wanted to punch his alternate in the faceplates for what he'd done, the humilation burning his systems like molten slag.
The fist few times Roller had checked on him, he'd sworn and growled and yelled and any other verbal abuse he could manage - He wished he could have thrown something, not that his body was working. He even tried feigning being cured, for all the good it did with his obviously red optics.
He guessed that he eventually fell into recharge, because when he woke up, everything was different.
And decidedly wrong.
Optimus didn't need the system message to know the virus had finally been purged from his systems - and he was pretty sure his tanks were going to join in the purging. Just looking at the black paint was making his internals twist uncomfortably, the full weight of all the things he'd done taking root in his spark. Half of it he couldn't fully believe - He probably would have shuddered if his body weren't still locked from the cuffs.
He only considered calling for his alternate for a moment, before quickly deciding against it, shuttering his optics. He could use a moment - and he doubted that Optimus would really want to see him right now.]