ROTB Optimus Prime's Inbox

[incandescent_matrix]

"Let us not waste time better spent elsewhere. Leave your message and we will return to it."

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[deceptamom]

Nickel twists the knob to cut the water. She's still holding the end of the hose though. It's a threat. It's a promise. Just give her an excuse.

"No you both need medical aid and you're both marching up to the medbay Now. Not 'Soon enough'. Now," the look she gives them is one she might give a pair of unruly children. She is tired. She wants to sit down and have her tea. But by Prion she will not allow idiots to be idiots.

"You are BOTH figures people look to as leaders, commanders. You WILL set a good example for the people who see you as such and do the responsible thing and go to the Medbay, both to see to your injuries and to look into the condition of your team!" there is no room in her tone for argument, and her voice is loud enough for a mech ten times her size, "Need I remind you both that Rodimus's spark is hanging out of his chassis? And you two are both down here bickering like sparklings less then a decade old!"

[areaman]

It says how annoyed Megatron is with Optimus that he doesn't bother with any petty comment about who started it or who continued it or how stupid anyone's face is. He glares at Nickel, too, only relenting when she mentions Rodimus.

"Fine," he says simply, then looks back to Nickel after another long, hard look at Optimus. "Do you want a lift back to the medibay?"

[incandescent_matrix]

Optimus shot Megatron a similar look before nodding to acknowledge the truth of what Nickel was saying.

"Understood. You are of course correct. I will head there now and check in on his status," he said, moving right past Megatron without pausing, clearly understanding the message that the invitation had not included him.

Oh no.

How tragic, to not spend time around one of the most aggravating and aggravatingly correct bots he had ever had the misfortune to meet.