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[Hi! I was told to set this up so people could leave me messages! So I'm leaving a message for you to leave me a message! If you know where my family is or how to get home, please tell me. I would like to go home. Thanks. Oh, this is Twitch.]

Date: 2023-10-23 12:17 am (UTC)
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Megatron doesn't hesitate, but neither does he want her to see him in the medibay and potentially become alarmed.

"I shall find you. I will need-" He glances at the vehicon nurse and makes a gesture using an old Cybertronian hand sign, which luckily she understands and responds to, "less than one hour. Send me your location."

sandwiched in between disasters lol

Date: 2023-10-24 08:59 pm (UTC)
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Thankfully, the medics and nursing staff were as prompt as promised, and Megatron was on his way to visit Twitch less than an hour later.

As he walked, he fired off a small message to his own Optimus, alerting him that he had left the medibay. That was it. No follow up quips or questions as he ordinarily would have done, just a brief silence at the end before he ended the call.

His usual smile was firmly in place when he leaned down to knock on Twitch's door. "I have arrived," he called. "Are you still in?"

Date: 2023-10-26 04:18 am (UTC)
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Megatron smiled back at Twitch, his own previously heavy thoughts vanishing upon hearing her genuine pleasure at seeing him.

"Hello, Twitch. I am most happy to see you. You look wonderful, tall and proud. Out of everyone I could have expected to be flourishing here, I should have known it to be you!"

He smiled and bent down slightly, peeking just briefly inside her room. Perhaps it might have been better to suggest elsewhere, he thought, to look at the size of the furniture...

He straightened back up with a rueful smile. "Perhaps I was a bit hasty," he admitted. "I was simply in a rush to see you."

Date: 2023-12-12 09:43 am (UTC)
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He tips his head just slightly, but the warmth of the hug around his neck has him smiling even after being released. "If you think there is room and that the controls are simple enough or large enough for my fingers, then... yes," he says with a rueful sort of laugh, "I would be honored. I simply do not wish to crush your things. They matter to you, and so they matter to me."

Date: 2023-12-21 06:24 am (UTC)
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Megatron leans in slightly towards the screen with a deep rumbling hum as he concentrates. It takes quite a bit of focus in order not to crush the tiny controller in his hands, and attempting to also focus on the game is a challenge, but one he finds that he enjoys. Quite a bit, actually.

How long has it been since he just... played?

He shakes that thought off, his thoughtful frown easing into a smile. It was a cooperative game, and he liked that, too. "Like this?" He asked as he attempted to swing Twitch's character around to reach a ledge, and caught himself laughing when he missed. "No wonder you like this one," he teased. "Flying is one of your favored things. Though perhaps not the landing part."

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