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“I would like a rust stick, thank you,” Megatron said as he accepted the gift.

“I haven’t learned how to make rust sticks yet. My specialty is custards.”

“Hello. Always a pleasure to meet another alternative of mine.”

"Ah, hello. The feeling is returned, may I offer a rust stick? Slipstream baked them earlier this evening."

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Don't mind him. He's just going to lounge on his alternates lap.

“Well well, you do have a keen eye for my presence,” Megatron said, resting a servo on his alternate’s leg.

“I do apologize for disappearing again. When my life gets busy it gets very busy.”

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“I have been managing, literally and figuratively. There is never a lack of work when it comes to reading through all of the paper work Magnus gives me every day. It’s repetitive but it’s work. If I may ask, what are you currently working on in your lab?”

Good Evening Megatron.

"Good day, Quark. It's been a long time since I've seen you."

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Megatron couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the mental image of mugging someone over a cheap bag meal.

“15 shanix is hardly worth getting myself arrested. Though I probably should not visit that location again for a while or else those workers are going to quit from seeing me too much. Is there anything you don’t collect?” Megatron pointed at the small toys when he asked the last question.

At least with collectible cards they could be of value when signed.

*knocks on Seacrest’s door with a bag of MechDonalds in hand*

Pulling open the door, expecting to be met with one of his countless little shanix splurges, and Seacrest is blinking at the frame outside greeting.

“... Once again, you are not the pizza mech” He is, however, eyeing up the bag. “Whatcha got, and is it mine?”

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Seacrest’s weight wasn’t much for Megatron to hold on his arm and he lifted the smaller mech a little higher as he raised his arm. 

“I suppose I can spare the workers at MechDonalds from seeing me twice in one day.”

Megatron lowered his arm so Seacrest could touch back down on the ground.

“Do you jump on former warlords all the time for food?”

*knocks on Seacrest’s door with a bag of MechDonalds in hand*

Pulling open the door, expecting to be met with one of his countless little shanix splurges, and Seacrest is blinking at the frame outside greeting.

“... Once again, you are not the pizza mech” He is, however, eyeing up the bag. “Whatcha got, and is it mine?”

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Good Evening Megatron.

"Good day, Quark. It's been a long time since I've seen you."

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Hey, Megabucket, is it true you can change sizes? How small can you get? How tall can you get?

“If you’re referring to my mass displacement ability then yes, I can change sizes. But I can only shrink myself as one of my old alt modes was a handgun. I can shrink down to maybe human size. I have not attempted to make myself smaller than that as it does consume a considerable amount of energy to hold a smaller size.”

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“Pizza?”

Megatron pretended to study the receipt in his other servo for a solid second.

“I think it’s too late for me to take back this cobalt burger deluxe meal in exchange for a pizza. I even made sure they added the free toy. But if you really don’t want it then I can just take it home with me.”

Megatron gave the bag a little wiggle.

*knocks on Seacrest’s door with a bag of MechDonalds in hand*

Pulling open the door, expecting to be met with one of his countless little shanix splurges, and Seacrest is blinking at the frame outside greeting.

“... Once again, you are not the pizza mech” He is, however, eyeing up the bag. “Whatcha got, and is it mine?”

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((I didn’t realize just how much info has faded from my memory from not being active for so long in this fandom))

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I’m home now!

Where is my smesh?

@mnemoiisms

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"I believe we need to settle our differences once and for all."

Megatron felt his spar seize up when the familiar and haunting voice spoke to him. 

“I guess I’ve run out of time and places to avoid this. I knew you would find me eventually. You were my most loyal after all,” Megatron said.

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Stuck at Home

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Megatron tapped his stylus against the edge of the datapad resting on the kitchen island. There were ideas that he needed to write down for the upcoming weeks, maybe months, but he couldn’t find the focus to put a single idea down. A mech’s voice over the kitchen radio listed off more updates that were pouring in now by the minute as the situation outside the apartment grew at an alarming rate. A highly contagious rust disease had made its way onto Cyberton only a few months ago and was spreading quicker than the world’s entire medical professionals could slow it down in its tracks. It was only a few days ago that a case of the infection made its way to the edge of the city. 

Megatron glanced at his internal chronometer once again to see that barely ten minutes had passed since the last time he checked it. Trepan’s shift had officially ended over an hour ago. Megatron knew that the other mech was out shopping for necessities. And while Trepan explicitly told him to not leave the apartment Megatron still felt like he could’ve helped with his bigger frame size to carry items back to the apartment. But Trepan was right, mechs were all in a panic and the sight of Megatron might be enough to test someone’s patience and start a fight. Megatron sighed and turned the datapad off as he knew he wasn’t going to get any notes down for the day.

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Megatron dabs in front of his alternate to welcome him.

“Uuuuuuh yes?”

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Where is my smesh?

@mnemoiisms

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“Hello, Drift. I’m glad to see you as well.”

@driftsetadrift

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((I log back into my account after what feels like forever and the first thing I see is Trepan talking about gladiator erotica. I’m glad that hasn’t died out))