Hot Rod blinked up uncomprehendingly at Springer, then glanced down at his own wrists and chuckled. "Oh, those. Yeah. Galvatron gave them to me." He'd thought it would be awkward wearing the heavy shackles outside of Galvatron's chamber, but it'd only been an hour since he'd left and he'd already gotten used to their weight - as if they were meant to be there.
Springer, however, was looking like he wasn't quite convinced. Smiling, Hot Rod moved over to invite him to sit. " 'Rod, far be it from me to question someone's choice of partners..." Springer began as he accepted the invitation.
"Yeah, remember that helicopter chick you were chasing?" Hot Rod grinned.
Springer took a moment to chuckle ruefully at the memory. "Seriously, Roddy. If he ever hurts you..."
"He's never done anything I didn't want," Hot Rod told him seriously, putting a hand on Springer's. "I swear." He smiled, a bit mistily. "He's... very considerate, in his way."
"Please no details," Springer groaned theatrically, and at that Hot Rod simply had to pounce him. They tussled, laughing, and only slowed down when a third mech entered the room.
"Hi, Magnus!" Hot Rod greeted cheerily, lifting a hand to wave at him - and displaying the shackle to full effect. Ultra Magnus stared at it, put his face in his hand, and sighed.
Re: Um. Yes.
Hot Rod blinked up uncomprehendingly at Springer, then glanced down at his own wrists and chuckled. "Oh, those. Yeah. Galvatron gave them to me." He'd thought it would be awkward wearing the heavy shackles outside of Galvatron's chamber, but it'd only been an hour since he'd left and he'd already gotten used to their weight - as if they were meant to be there.
Springer, however, was looking like he wasn't quite convinced. Smiling, Hot Rod moved over to invite him to sit. " 'Rod, far be it from me to question someone's choice of partners..." Springer began as he accepted the invitation.
"Yeah, remember that helicopter chick you were chasing?" Hot Rod grinned.
Springer took a moment to chuckle ruefully at the memory. "Seriously, Roddy. If he ever hurts you..."
"He's never done anything I didn't want," Hot Rod told him seriously, putting a hand on Springer's. "I swear." He smiled, a bit mistily. "He's... very considerate, in his way."
"Please no details," Springer groaned theatrically, and at that Hot Rod simply had to pounce him. They tussled, laughing, and only slowed down when a third mech entered the room.
"Hi, Magnus!" Hot Rod greeted cheerily, lifting a hand to wave at him - and displaying the shackle to full effect. Ultra Magnus stared at it, put his face in his hand, and sighed.