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Megatron was peacefully washing his beloved scooter. Right beside him, Hot Rod was entirely focused on his own kitchen spoon to dig a tiny trench guiding the runoff of soapy water toward the waste grate.
The gray mech paused his scrubbing as he noticed the familiar red and blue truck pulling up to the driveway, finally returning from his morning exercise.
Optimus transformed, his servos tightly clenching a paper bag stuffed full of brand-new school supplies. He shot a heavy glance at Megatron, and Megatron casually glanced right back. The silver mech didn't offer a single word of greeting, nor did he ask about the bag. He merely let out a short snort and scrub his scooter even harder
In response, Optimus replied to the silence with an irritated flick of his audial antenna.
Hot Rod, meanwhile, was still happily busy leading his soapy river into the drain.
Not long after, a sudden screech of scraping against the floorboards could be heard from inside the suite. Then, another loud thud followed as furniture was forcefully dragged across the living room.
"Hot Rod! Wash your servos and come inside!" The Prime called out.
Megatron didn't even flinch, he dipped his sponge back into his soapy bucket, and ignored the Prime's unimportant vanity.