[ He reads, and contemplates. It's easy for the Runt Megatron to talk a big game over text, pathetic little worm.
He adores him. A precious tormented soul. A worthless life to be reshaped and marred.
Antlers will take nothing of this moment to reflect. Why should he? Why should he listen to the ramblings of a poor demon who titters on the Moral Event.. towards the other end where Antlers gladly steps beyond it.
So he'll say something. Give that little bastard a treat.]
Rest well, Megatron. Dream sweetly and may you actually wake the next day.
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He adores him. A precious tormented soul. A worthless life to be reshaped and marred.
Antlers will take nothing of this moment to reflect. Why should he? Why should he listen to the ramblings of a poor demon who titters on the Moral Event.. towards the other end where Antlers gladly steps beyond it.
So he'll say something. Give that little bastard a treat.]
Rest well, Megatron. Dream sweetly and may you actually wake the next day.