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Maxim hadn’t seen Seuta in months since they last parted, and he missed the other dearly. It was not something he would readily admit, having trouble admitting it to even himself, but deep down he knew it. He missed dealing with the obnoxious silver hair dye and the long, dyed pieces of hair littering his pillowcase. Small things like smudges of red eyeliner on his sink, Warp’s video games, TC’s collection of oversized sweatshirts somehow littered about his massive condo. Everything had felt so empty as soon as Seuta collected his partners and left. A simple fight that turned into a violent one, expensive vases sent crashing and clothes tossed over the balcony into the busy street below. All thrown by Seuta. Maxim was certain the fight had happened because he would not accept help for his damaged leg, and had escalated with each of their problems.

He neared Seuta’s office building, cane noisy in the quiet of the setting sun and darkening evening. The fight rang through his mind as Maxim attempted to consider what they had been -- and what were they? His massive hand paused above the handle to the entrance. He knew Seuta would be here, but would the flighty man even want to speak with him? Their fight began with, simply enough, Seuta’s hair. It was everywhere all the time, silver and held in a high ponytail due to extreme length, reaching as far as his behind when it was let down. It ended with Maxim standing on glass and watching the scientist evacuate his, their , life. He wasn’t sure.

Maxim pulled a hand through the thick white at the top of his head, then down to the scruffed black of his shaved head. This stupid haircut was Seuta’s idea. Maxim hoped the little brat would be pleased, always badgering Maxim to change his hair up and offset his natural white that contrasted so drastically with his skin. He snorted and pulled open the door in a fit of sudden confidence that sent him staggering into the hall, feet on a trembling autopilot to Seuta’s office. He opened the door without a single knock, eyebrows furrowed and determined.

Seuta jumped from where he was behind a lab table, a beaker poised in his hands, glasses shoved up into his hair. Maxim stared in silence, eyes fierce and posture strong. He forced himself to ignore how loud his footsteps and cane were against the marble, walking until he was close. Across from Seuta. “You cut your hair.” He remarked simply, eyes glued to Seuta’s head. His hair was still a stark, gorgeous silver, but was shorn short, curled over his forehead in a soft and clean almost curl. He looked straight out of a boy band, especially with his eccentric red eyeliner, winged out gorgeously. Seuta snorted and tugged his glasses down over his face.

“And you yours.” He commented smoothly, setting the beaker carefully back down. “Finally dyed that wasteful space you shave black like I’ve been telling you for ages.” Maxim shrugged a massive shoulder, then sat himself on a bench heavily. His leg throbbed and ached, and he could see Seuta struggling not to help. Although that was not new, even when they were..together he did the same; always so afraid to come closer yet longing to.“What else has changed, Seuta?” The scientist flinched at the use of his name, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “S eu ta.” He corrected, although Maxim, even through the thick of his accent, had not mispronounced. “Nothing. I went back home for awhile, saw my mother. It was terrible.”

Maxim could not hold back a laugh, leaning to prop his fist to his chin casually. Seuta relaxed slightly, but still appeared slightly on edge. “Tell me, pet,” He purred, pretending not to notice how much more interested the scientist looked. “Why don’t we talk?” The relaxation tightened back instantly, and his arms crossed. “No.” Maxim hummed and leaned forward to stand, then stumbled and fell back to the bench in an embarrassing blow to his pride. Seuta was at his side, hissing and spitting at him for his foolishness and grabbing his cane, slim body pressed against his bad leg and hands instantly steadying the rockiness the startling pain had caused. “You are an idiot.”

He laughed and tilted his head to look up to Seuta, who blinked back at him, then pulled away. “Fine. We can talk. About what?” Maxim forced his leg with maximum effort onto the opposite bench to hopefully alleviate some of the pain. “Our last fight. We may not have a.. title of sort for ourselves, but I am not so prideful that I cannot admit that I miss your company.” Maxim lied, his pride taking another blow. It was so hard to admit that he swore it was not just his leg causing the pain he felt. Seuta hummed, crossing to sit next to his lifted leg. He considered the table and his well manicured nails for a moment before speaking. “I had better be getting dinner out of this." He demanded, arms crossed across his chest. Maxim rolled his eyes happily, removing his phone from his pocket. "How else would I get you to sit still for that long?" Seuta grinned slyly. "You have ways, I'm certain."


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Megatron hadn’t seen Starscream in months since they last parted, and he missed the other dearly. It was not something he would readily admit, having trouble admitting it to even himself, but deep down he knew it. He missed dealing with the obnoxious silver hair dye and the long, dyed pieces of hair littering his pillowcase. Small things like smudges of red eyeliner on his sink, Skywarp’s video games, Thundercracker’s collection of oversized sweatshirts somehow littered about his massive condo. Everything had felt so empty as soon as Starscream collected his partners and left. A simple fight that turned into a violent one, expensive vases sent crashing and clothes tossed over the balcony into the busy street below. Megatron was certain the fight had happened because he would not accept help for his damaged leg, and had escalated with each of their problems.

He neared Starscream’s office building, cane noisy in the quiet of the setting sun and darkening evening. The fight rang through his mind as Megatron attempted to consider what they had been -- and what were they? His massive hand paused above the handle to the entrance. He knew Starscream would be here, but would the flighty man even want to speak with him? Their fight began with, simply enough, Starscream's hair. It was everywhere all the time, silver and held in a high ponytail due to extreme length, reaching as far as his behind when it was let down. It ended with Megatron standing on glass and watching the scientist evacuate his, their , life. He wasn’t sure.

Megatron pulled a hand through the thick white at the top of his head, then down to the scruffed black of his shaved head. This stupid haircut was Starscream’s idea. Megatron hoped the little brat would be pleased, always badgering Megatron to change his hair up and offset his natural white that contrasted so drastically with his skin. He snorted and pulled open the door in a fit of sudden confidence that sent him staggering into the hall, feet on a trembling autopilot to Starscream’s office. He opened the door without a single knock, eyebrows furrowed and determined.

Starscream jumped from where he was behind a lab table, a beaker poised in his hands, glasses shoved up into his hair. Megatron stared in silence, eyes fierce and posture strong. He forced himself to ignore how loud his footsteps and cane were against the marble, walking until he was close. Across from Starscream. “You cut your hair.” He remarked simply, eyes glued to Starscream’s head. His hair was still a stark, gorgeous silver, but was shorn short, curled over his forehead in a soft and clean almost curl. He looked straight out of a boy band, especially with his eccentric red eyeliner, winged out gorgeously. Starscream snorted and tugged his glasses down over his face.

“And you yours.” He commented smoothly, setting the beaker carefully back down. “Finally dyed the that wasteful space you just shave off black like I’ve been telling you for ages.” Megatron shrugged a massive shoulder, then sat himself on a bench heavily. His leg throbbed and ached, and he could see Starscream struggling not to help. Although that was not new, even when they were.. together, Starscream did the same; always so afraid to come closer yet longing to. “What else has changed, Star?” The scientist flinched at the use of his name, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “Starscream,” He corrected, although Megatron, even through the thick of his accent, had not forgotten to complete his name. “Nothing. I went back home for awhile, saw my mother. It was terrible.”

Megatron could not hold back a laugh, leaning to prop his fist to his chin casually. Starscream relaxed slightly, but still appeared slightly on edge. “Tell me, pet,” He purred, pretending not to notice how much more interested the scientist looked. “Why don’t we talk?” The relaxation tightened back instantly, and his arms crossed. “No.” Megatron hummed and leaned forward to stand, then stumbled and fell back to the bench in an embarrassing blow to his pride. Starscream was at his side, hissing and spitting at him for his foolishness and grabbing his cane, slim body pressed against his bad leg and hands instantly steadying the rockiness the startling pain had caused. “You are an idiot.”

He laughed and tilted his head to look up to Starscream, who blinked back at him, then pulled away. “Fine. We can talk. About what, exactly?” Megatron forced his leg with maximum effort onto the opposite bench to hopefully alleviate some of the pain. “Our last fight. We may not have a.. title of sort for ourselves, but I am not so prideful that I cannot admit that I miss your company.” Megatron lied, his pride taking another blow. It was so hard to admit that he swore it was not just his leg causing the pain he felt. Starscream hummed, crossing to sit next to his lifted leg. He considered the table and his well manicured nails for a moment before speaking. “I had better be getting dinner out of this." He demanded, arms crossed across his chest. Megatron rolled his eyes happily, removing his phone from his pocket. "How else would I get you to sit still for that long?" Starscream grinned slyly. "You have ways, I'm certain."