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Deja que tus ojos miel, se vuelvan mis cómplices
Solamente así solamente así seremos
Amantes a escondidas
One optic. Two optics, and a visor. Bright red, Bright yellow.
Soundwave, a dangerous mech considering Deception standards, stood before the scientist.
Shockwave, a single optic mech, the scientist of the Cybertronian faction. One logical mech. Looked down.
“How logical.”
Broke the silence. The taller, dark purple mech stated. Leaning down with their servos behind their back. A silent nod followed, the smaller visored mech gave it. He looked up to the purple colored cyclops.
“Query: What is logical?”
“Your optics.”
Their…Optics?
What in their optics could there be something Shockwave liked? He had to know. The other mech rarely expressed a like for anything other than his own “projects”. If you could even call them that.
“Query: What is it you find Logical?”
“Many things, Soundwave. Even under your visor, I can tell you show much emotion with those lovely optics of yours.”
Soon, a single servo impaired their clear vision. Gently moving next to his left finial and taking out the lock keeping his visor in place. Then Pausing, awaiting a confirmation of consent. To be able to see what lay below.
“Affirmative.”
Was the response. The one where these accomplices, who’ve worked together under the same ruler, surpass professional boundaries. Finally, able to indulge in the other.
The scarred metal in the outer edges was a shock to Shockwave. Such a well refined mech, listening to orders as good as he looks. Has seen his fair share of battle.
Soundwaves optics were much more stunning without the obscuring visor. Shockwave noted ever crevice, ever small twitch the pupil-like circle made, ever glow and ever dim. He has never seen something so… Logical. No one has ever come close to seen as that blessed word in the scientists vocabulary. Yet, the mech in front of his own optic, seems as that word and more. Something divine.
“Query: Are you doing okay? Shockwave: Has been staring without any pause.”
“Affirmative, Soundwave. I am more than okay.”
Soundwave never liked the scarred metal on the edges of his optics, but he knew if any procedure would be done, it could be near deadly and have low chance of him keeping his sight. Soundwave knew this, and so suffered in silence.
“Query: You are not repulsed?”
“Primus no—! How should I?”
“Soundwave: Has scarred optics. Both under and outside optics.”
“And that entails?”
“Soundwave: Has non-logical optics.”
“You are non logical with that mindset.”
Shockwave quipped back.
“Soundwave: Objects—!”
“Ah—?! Well, i could care less! You might not like these optics but i find them logical!”
“Shockwave: Dumb Dumb Idiot!”
“Then what are you—!?”
“Soundwave: Smart.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Statement: Then beg.”
Breems later, Lord Megatron and Starscream found them arguing, in the same position they have been in. About who is smarter and who has the prettier optics. They have no clue what started this. They simply stood there until Soundwave noticed and apologized.
Shockwave will forever remember ever single detail of such stunning optics, clear as honey.