Red and Blue Make What
Since I won’t be able to use my laptop for awhile have a small thing from the Lost Light Apartment AU.
Megarod if you squint.
Once I can use my laptop again the fic should be up soon!
“Dying your hair again?”
Rodimus startled, stained hands flailing as he caught sight of Megatron standing in the doorway to his bathroom, arms crossed while an unimpressed scowl twisted at his face.
His neighbour was holding a small bag in his right hand, but Rodimus ignored it to instead glare at his ‘intruder’.
“How’d you get in here?”
“You left your front door open.”
He had to quit doing that. It was only a week ago when Whirl took advantage of the opened door to sneak in and steal all his cutlery. He was still using plastic utensils and paper plates.
“Then what are you doing in here? Uninvited. I should tell Minimus that you’re trespassing.”
“I could hear you banging around and cursing from my apartment, so I decided to come over and tell you to shut up.”
An eyebrow was raised, “Well?”
Megatron rolled his eyes again, “Your hospitality is rude.”
Rodimus’s eyes went skyward, impatience jutting at his temper as he waved his stained blue and purple hands around in exasperation, “What? You want a tour or something? That’s the exit, tour concluded. Get out.”
Grumbling, he glanced back to his reflection , scowling at the drops of dye that were now running down his forehead.
He should have used gloves.
Megatron didn’t budge from his perch against the door.
“Need a hand?”
Blue hands tugged at a particularly stubborn strand of tin foil that wouldn’t come out of his tangled hair, before Megatron found himself on the receiving end of a nasty glare.
“What would you know about dying hair? Unless of course, it’s how you conceal your own grey hairs.”
Megatron dutifully ignored how the younger took great joy in sticking up a blue middle finger when he gave no response.
“You’re a thirty year old disaster,” He tutted.
“Twenty nine,” Rodimus snapped back defensively.
Rodimus scoffed, eying his neighbour distastefully, “And you’re one to talk, a hundred year old who should be lugging around a walking stick by now.”
“I do have a walking stick.”
Rodimus’s prodding hands froze, and he furrowed his eyebrows in surprise, “Really?”
The younger man huffed, scowling at his neighbour as he laughed at him. He shook his dripping hands into the sink, ignoring the splatter of colours on the white counter. The dye was already covering the walls, anyway.
Megatron leaned comfortably on the doorframe, smirking as he watched Rodimus struggle to turn the faucet on with his elbows.
“This happen the first time you dyed your hair?”
“No,” Rodimus grumbled, scowling when the faucets didn’t budge under his elbows grip, “But Drift helped me last time.”
Megatron nodded, “Ah.”
Another grunt as Rodimus struggled with the tap.
“What’s wrong with your natural hair colour?” He asked after a beat of silence.
The tip of Rodimus’s tongue poked out of his mouth as he leaned all his weight onto the faucet, only sparing half a glance to his neighbour as he continued to battle with the tightly wound tap.
Was he turning it the right way? Lefty Lucy, righty tighty?
“It’s boring. No one remembers brown hair.”
Megatron hiked an eyebrow, “Boring? As opposed to looking like a fireplace? And now a… lollipop?”
“Yeah? Besides, you can’t talk when you’ve got grey old man hair.”
Megatron huffed a laugh, idly swinging the bag against his thigh, “I suppose I am old.”
Hazel eyes squinted at Megatron’s reflection, “You’re just noticing that now?”
The smug grin left Megatron’s face, his neighbour huffing irritably as dark eyes narrowed at him, “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet you come up here anyway.”
Rodimus rose an eyebrow at him, (which may or may not have been covered in streaks of ridiculous purple and blue dye),”Well? You’ve berated me enough, go on your way now!”
Megatron gave the small bag in his grasp an expectant jiggle, the one Rodimus had forgotten he was holding, “I actually came to give you these.”
Rodimus eyed the bag suspiciously, finally managing to turn the tap on with a spray of cold water, “What’s in it?”
“You act as if I’m carrying a bomb.”
“With your history you could be! Wouldn’t surprise me, anyway.”
Megatron held it out, expression flat as he rattled it again, “It’s your cutlery.”
The tap rattled as he turned it off, the younger man frowning in surprise when he finally turned to face his neighbour properly, “My forks! How’d you get them back? How’d you even know they were missing?”
“Whirl was throwing them at me when I was getting my mail this morning, and I knew they were yours because the last ‘get together’ you threw, you told everyone to bring their own knives and forks.”
The younger man grinned sheepishly and reached for the bag, jerkily undoing the strap to peer inside. “Wow, they’re decently clean too.”
Megatron straightened his collar, “I took it upon myself to wash them, considering you never do dishes and Whirl could have done god knows what to them.”
Rodimus pursed his lips, placing the bag on the ground as he nodded in agreement, “That’s true.”
Silence filled the bathroom, the two staring at each other as Rodimus rubbed at his neck awkwardly, “Uh, thanks I guess.”
His neighbour quirked his lips in a grimace that wasn’t quite a grin, finally stepping away from the door, “Just throw those paper plates out. I know you reuse them for each meal and it’s disgusting.”
“Hey! I live a classy life!”