Literature
TFG1: Crush
Perceptor stared at the screen of his computer, leaning back in his chair and resting as he let out a small sigh, tired of doing such work all day. Better than doing nothing, and it got his mind off of so many things, off the fact that he was supposed to be angry. He didnt want to think about it
The door opened, breaking the silence as the mech turned to see who it was, and, growling under his breath, Perceptor turned back to his computer and scoffed, I already told you, I didnt want to talk to you.
Well, then at least listen to me, Fang replied, her feline ears folding against the sides of her helm