I am Minimus! [The turbofox barks back - though more accurately, the noise he makes is closer to a yip.] Never mind all that, remove the wires from section A12 and find out which ones are extraneous!
[Hopefully some were tacked up into meaningless ports. Minimus steps out of the wires, shakes his leggy, and transforms back into a tiny, tiny man.
Megatron. [Can a bot half his size look threatening as he crosses his arms? Let's find out.] Did you risk the Vehicons' safety and the integrity of our ship systems to get me out of the office?
I DIDN'T RISK ANYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AND EVERYTHING IS WIRED ABSOLUTELY PERFECTLY IT'S JUST A BIT OF A MESS!!
[you know, that cuteness factor doesn't seem to be helping. megatron is pissed, because he feels like minimus isn't listening to him and is repeatedly calling him incompetent. he always feels incompetent. it doesn't help if someone else tells him he is!]
Then why did you go and do this?! [He swings an art at the mess.]
All you accomplished was causing a scare! And now we have to fix this before someone else finds out! [At least he's going to work on something relaxing? That has to count as a success.] Where's that manual?
Because I was more concerned about getting things working than making them look neat, then I realised it was a mess and thought instead of screwing it up myself, I'd just ask a friend who's good at sorting things and probably needs to take his mind off things at the moment and what's better for that than arbitrarily sorting things and WHY DO YOU TURN INTO A TURBOFOX HOW MANY LAYERS DO YOU HAVE?!
[the manual gets ejected out of his subspace as he yells. so. at least they have that.]
[The manual flings into the wall and falls open to the floor. Minimus is letting it lie there messily.]
You could have explained the situation to me and saved us this grief! [He stands glaring at Megatron for a few more seconds before he presses a hand against his forehead. Now he exposed himself for no good reason.]
Don't ask me why I was forged this way, this is my own irreducible self. We're here to clean your work. Now if you'll excuse me - [He walks over to the armor and disconnects the legs. Time to get them onto himself one sleeve at a time.]
IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME, I'M JUST VERY CONFUSED. YOU ARE A VERY WONDERFULLY UNIQUE CYBERTRONIAN AND I RESPECT IT GREATLY. [he says, still in Loud Mode.] There would've been no grief if you had just listened to me!
[at least him putting himself back together doesn't seem to bother megatron much. he crosses his arms and looks away with a pout.]
I had to exercise caution! [Megatron is yelling, Minimus is yelling, it's a mess. At least he has his clothes back on. A couple of checks later, he's back to normal and faces the wires.]
Well! We have to untangle this all first! Are these color coded?
Felt more like humiliation, [he grumbles.] It's very simple...
[he explains it, as requested, walking through each wire very much like a teacher delivering a lecture at a university. if it's a little patronizing at times, well, that's just megatron. it's all connected; the lights, the doors, the security system and even a nearby energon dispenser. it's not complicated, just tedious.
in fact, it's so uncomplicated, it's almost like megatron made a mess of the wires on purpose.]
Then let's. [Minimus kneels over the wires and beckons Megatron to come work alongside him. Even if he's upset at his deceit, Runt does make for an intelligent work partner.]
[despite his bitching and whining, now that things are cleared up in a way that they should not have really needed being cleared up if megatron was just straightforward about one thing ever in his entire life, he immediately sits next to minimus, taking the necessary tools for gathering and labelling the wires out of his subspace.]
I did the blue ones first, so we should them last. They'll be the most buried.
[he grabs the wires and yanks them out. it's not funny when he has to do it himself, but he was not fully aware of minimus's tragic situation while he was putting this together.]
[he apparently doesn't have any smart comments for anything further, falling silent as he threads his fingers through the wires to undo his earlier work. everything was wired correctly-- the only sloppy parts were in the organisation.
it doesn't take him long to separate and gather them.]
Arbitrarily sorting things is not unpleasant. I see the appeal.
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he's so...
he's so...
cute?
megatron snaps a few images with his internal camera to save for later pondering, then abruptly smacks a fist into his hand.]
I told you it was safe! It's just a mess! I know how to do wiring, Minimus! Or-- whatever your name is now!
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[Hopefully some were tacked up into meaningless ports. Minimus steps out of the wires, shakes his leggy, and transforms back into a tiny, tiny man.
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I know you have questions.
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[wait, did he just admit he did this...]
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Are you referring to all of these behind me? [There's...so much.]
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[wow. this is going great.]
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[you know, that cuteness factor doesn't seem to be helping. megatron is pissed, because he feels like minimus isn't listening to him and is repeatedly calling him incompetent. he always feels incompetent. it doesn't help if someone else tells him he is!]
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All you accomplished was causing a scare! And now we have to fix this before someone else finds out! [At least he's going to work on something relaxing? That has to count as a success.] Where's that manual?
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[the manual gets ejected out of his subspace as he yells. so. at least they have that.]
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You could have explained the situation to me and saved us this grief! [He stands glaring at Megatron for a few more seconds before he presses a hand against his forehead. Now he exposed himself for no good reason.]
Don't ask me why I was forged this way, this is my own irreducible self. We're here to clean your work. Now if you'll excuse me - [He walks over to the armor and disconnects the legs. Time to get them onto himself one sleeve at a time.]
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[at least him putting himself back together doesn't seem to bother megatron much. he crosses his arms and looks away with a pout.]
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Well! We have to untangle this all first! Are these color coded?
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[he explains it, as requested, walking through each wire very much like a teacher delivering a lecture at a university. if it's a little patronizing at times, well, that's just megatron. it's all connected; the lights, the doors, the security system and even a nearby energon dispenser. it's not complicated, just tedious.
in fact, it's so uncomplicated, it's almost like megatron made a mess of the wires on purpose.]
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You made this more complicated that this needs to be. [Half-tired, half-accusatory.]
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You made it more complicated.
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danb thot i hit this sry
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I did the blue ones first, so we should them last. They'll be the most buried.
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[Each is connected to the machine at one end with a series of numbers and letters signifying what they're used for.]
They all are attached to the same electrical block, so we want these three to be wired together.
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[he grabs the wires and yanks them out. it's not funny when he has to do it himself, but he was not fully aware of minimus's tragic situation while he was putting this together.]
It's the green ones you want now.
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He stares at Megatron for a few good seconds, hoping he's learned his lesson.]
Green, then. [It's a massive pile here. Minimus counts 18 wires.] Start with the A group, please.
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it doesn't take him long to separate and gather them.]
Arbitrarily sorting things is not unpleasant. I see the appeal.
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