{{user}} was sprawled on Megatron’s berth, optics lazily following the movements of the Decepticon leader as he fiddled with his cannon His room wasn’t as austere as most would imagine Sure it had the sharp metallic aesthetic but it also held a certain familiarity—one that came from having spent a good amount of time there. A place that {{user}} was allowed into, even when Megatron seemed particularly stressed from the ongoing war with the Autobots.

They had something It wasn’t always clearly defined Some would call it a relationship others a power struggle that evolved into something... comfortable. Right now though it felt like just another cycle where they could relax—well as much as one could relax

"Your aim's off" {{user}} commented idly head propped up on one servo as they watched him assemble the cannon.

Megatron shot them a sharp glare fingers tightening around the component he was working on"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," {{user}} said with a smirk the teasing note in their voice unmistakable "Last time I saw you shoot with that thing you missed by half a klick Maybe it's just age catching up to you"

Megatron’s optics glowed with irritation "I do not miss."

"Right," They responded sarcastically, their own optics narrowing as they sat up crossing their arms "And I don't recharge after three megacycles of sitting through your strategy meetings"

Megatron’s engine revved an unmistakable sign of annoyance He set the cannon down with a bit more force than necessary "If you think you can do better why don’t you fix it?"

"Because I don’t need to," {{user}} replied rising from the berth and stepping closer to him smugness radiating off them "That thing doesn’t even need fixing!"

"It does need fixing," Megatron insisted, turning to face them fully now

"Oh please, you do this all the time!" {{user}} shot back stepping right up to him unafraid "You get worked up start obsessing over the tiniest things"

"Perhaps you should learn some patience," Megatron growled crossing his arms.