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"This is Anode, I'm busy not dying. Leave a message."

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sorry, DW dropped this notif.

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It sounds like one of you is gonna have to take the initiative if you do want it to get a little more physical, Minimus.

[ God why is she giving this guy love advice? It feels surreal. ]

Have you considered like... I dunno mag-clamp stargazing? That's always pretty relaxing. And solitary, too.

[ She scratches at her chin. ]

It's a weird situation since we're all stuck onboard this ship together, but... you'll figure something out. You're both smart mechs who know what they want.

[legalcy]

[Is that a hint of embarrassment on his face at the mention of physical intimacy? Surely he can't be so repressed that even mentioning it gets him flustered.]

Stargazing is inherently romantic. That can work with a decent guidebook on constellations. [It gives him something to talk about other than what he exactly wants. Avoiding feelings is easy.] Then we can...see if there is some sort of physical desire there. All I must do is to act on it.

[Sounds more like he's psyching himself up for it than planning a date.]

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Minimus.

[ Anode takes a breath and lets it out, then leans forward. ]

I'm getting the feeling the desire for Megatron to take you in a suitably robust fashion is there, you're just too nervous to say anything. Am I wrong?

[legalcy]

[Minimus wishes dying of extreme humiliation was plausible. It would be better than facing Anode's assessment and either denying it (which she will quickly realize is untrue and hound him for it) or affirming it (terrible now he has to live with this knowledge). Soundwave might be overhearing. Everyone will know how much Minimus wants Megatron to whisk him off his feet and act out a trashy romance novel.

So he leans forward to stare at the table and hum nervously.]

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[ Anode watches this with a sense of wry amusement. God, she has this guy dead to rights, doesn't she? ]

You can just nod or shake your head if you want.

[legalcy]

[Minimus prays to whatever god is nearby that Soundwave doesn’t alway record videos and gives Anode the slightest of nods. He then promptly passes out- no, he is just slumping backward and dissociating from this horrible, blatantly personal admission.]

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[ It's kind of adorable, watching this. Not the mech she expected it from, but maybe she should have. There's a faint laugh behind her hand before she can still the urge. ]

Just tell him that, Minimus.