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.
Is isn't arbitrary, but I'm pleased to hear that you understand why cleaning and sorting is good for the mine. No, don't cross them that way. The final product won't look good.
Nothing is as calming as seeing a perfectly organized room after a difficult day.
[he's careful of what he says next; he imagines that minimus likely suffered as a result of that altmode. he's certain in his own world, minimus wouldn't have lasted a couple years, especially before the social upheaval and war. even post-war he'd have trouble...]
You have... four altmodes? Incredible. [he means this genuinely; there isn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice.]
Astrotrain has three modes, too. Yet he's quite a bit bigger than you. [he really wishes he could remember if there was an ultra magnus in his own world. at the start, he was killing so many autobots indiscriminately that none of them meant anything to him. his hands pause briefly in the work while he wonders, for the nth time, why optimus still wants anything to do with him.] Here.
He's a triple changer. I have to take off or put on armor to reach those alt-modes.
[It's very magical girl-like. Different outfits provide different powers.
Minimus takes the wire and snakes it around the others to minimize risk of entanglement.] It does help that I'm small enough that donning two sets of armor does not give me an unnatural height.
You still have multiple modes. That's just linguistics. [he keeps the wires straight across his own wrist as he says this, expression crimping.] Are turbofoxes a... common alternate mode?
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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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Nothing is as calming as seeing a perfectly organized room after a difficult day.
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[speaking of, he just remembered minimus is a fox! what the fuck!]
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It's dusty and requires one of the cleaning drones.
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[he's careful of what he says next; he imagines that minimus likely suffered as a result of that altmode. he's certain in his own world, minimus wouldn't have lasted a couple years, especially before the social upheaval and war. even post-war he'd have trouble...]
You have... four altmodes? Incredible. [he means this genuinely; there isn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice.]
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[Not gesturing, just pulling of more wires.] Where's the D-3 red wire?
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[It's very magical girl-like. Different outfits provide different powers.
Minimus takes the wire and snakes it around the others to minimize risk of entanglement.] It does help that I'm small enough that donning two sets of armor does not give me an unnatural height.
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The wire in Minimus's hand drops from his fingers.] No. [He picks up said wire and turns away from Megatron.]
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Ah... well, we're getting along well here. Another ten clicks and I think we'll be finished.
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