[Anemone isn't in the best of moods when she finally shows up and drifts lifelessly over to Megatron's table. She settles across from him, an aura of anger scorching his way as she levels her gold gemstone eyes at him.]
What do you want?
[She snaps, her temper frayed and her patience limited.]
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Date: 2024-09-01 01:31 pm (UTC)What do you want?
[She snaps, her temper frayed and her patience limited.]