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“Give them back!” demanded Tarn. Overlord hummed, looking off as if he were actually considering his request. His digit rhythmically tapping his bottom pursed derma.
“Hmmm, how about… no?” answered Overlord. His optics were closed and a wide smile spread across his pale face. Tarn gritted his dentas at Overlord’s flippant reply. Before Tarn could bark out another demand, Overlord lifted a servo, palm facing him. This gave Tarn pause, wanting to see what slag this hunk of metal scrap was going to pull.
Overlord turned to the open entrance of his ship and whistled a long high pitch. A moment passed and then called for MS. Tarn’s spark stalled.
Finally, MS emerged, looking miffed. Tarn could barely see their pink frame pass Overlord’s imposing stature, but it was enough to recognize them.
“I told you to stop whistling for me! I’m not some fucking animal!” exclaimed MS from the top of the ramp. They didn’t move an inch. Overlord smiled placatingly at them.
“Of course, apologies,” he said. “Also, someone is here to see you.”
MS perked up at the mention of a visitor. They skipped carefully down the ramp and to Overlord’s side.
In clear view now, Tarn did a quick scan of them, and ex-vented with relief. There wasn’t a single scratch on them.
However, upon optic contact for MS, they cringed seeing Tarn.
“Ugh, I was hoping to see BL.” MS pouted. They tried to turn to head back to the ship, but were stopped by Overlord’s servo blocking them from reentry.
MS huffed and crossed their servos, but turned back to look at Tarn.
“Now, now. Is that any way to treat our guests?” said Overlord. MS rolled their optics and turned their helm from him.
Overlord brought a large servo over MS’s helm and Tarn’s spark jolted uncomfortably in his chamber. Tarn dug his ped into the ground, leaning forward and ready to sprint for MS if Overlord tried anything.
Overlord chuckled seeing Tarn bristling like a turbofox from the corner of his periphery. He had not even touched them yet and Tarn was on the offensive.
Overlord laid a gentle servo on MS’s helm to pet them. They were quick to swat his servo off of them, but he persisted. MS quickly gave up and let the large mech pet them.
“I see why you like them so much now, little brother. Feisty little thing.” Overlord scratched the crown of their helm gently, and it quickly had them melt into his affections. Overlord chuckled at the sudden switch in their attitude. “I think I’m going to keep them,” taunted Overlord. He scooped MS into his arms. They protested at the sudden action but quickly quieted when he provided them snacks from his sub-space.
Tarn’s engines roared with heated fury watching how Overlord treated MS with such familiarity. His fists were clenched so tight that he was even denting his own palms; eyes glowing a more menacing shade of red unfamiliar to even the rest of the DJD.
His teammates took a step back from the quarreling brothers, giving them a wide berth in case one of them decided to do a quick draw on the other. They were so volatile that no one could anticipate how they would break the staring contest.