Theres something new on Megatron.
Lily's nasal ridge scrunched, looking confused as she reached over and-
Grabbed it.
Megatron would deny to his last breath that the noise he made was anywhere close to being in the vicinity of a squeak, but.
There really wasn’t anything else to call it, was there?
He twisted to swat at her servo, grumbling under his breath. “Be gentle- I don’t go around grabbing your sensitive kibble.”
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A… tail.
Admittedly, that was a new one. He twisted this way and that, attempting to catch a glimpse of the thing, before giving up.
Shoulder pauldrons were too high to see over.
He’d just have to- yep, reach behind him, and sure enough, there was a tail. It was sensitive, too, short? Stubby? It wiggled in his palm when he grabbed it, which was admittedly, odd feeling, and maybe made him jump. A little.
Hm.
A little something I did today. Truly, I feel more confident with my sketches than my full colored pieces. How do you guys do it???
Celebrating the new year by trying out a very bright light beam that she has appropriately named the “death ray”. Sadly she has accidentally shone it in Megatrons optics. Woops!
He's sticking magnets that spell out 2 0 2 6 onto Megatron's huge back.
Megatron knows. He could feel it.
But letting Jack get away with a thing or two every now and again wasn’t bad.
“Has anyone seen my audial dampeners?”
He’s looked everywhere. Even under the couch and inside of the cold storage.
“I have them, here.” Audial dampers pressed into Optimus’ servos, Megatron pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I knew the fireworks would go off so I got them ready ahead of time. Are you ready?”
The soft chime of a silver bell…
Rung has tied a little bell ‘round his neck with a soft velvet ribbon, though he can’t seem to manage to get it to sit centered; the bow keeps ending up on the side of his neck rather than at the back.
Festive.
Warm digits curl to slide it back around, undoing it and gently tying it so that it was just slightly tighter like a choker, less likely to slide around.
Those same warm digits curl just a bit around Rung’s throat, thumb tipping his helm so that he could press a kiss to Rung’s cheek.
“There- is that better?”
“The password is-“ and he doesn’t bother to finish before he physically starts climbing the other. Those cookies will be his.
Megatron, perhaps a bit TOO used to being climbed over, does the obvious solution, here.
Which is to grab Jack and hold him out at arm’s length, his ever dick-ish smirk present. “Nope. Password, or no cookies.”