[TF] Consortium 9/9

Consortium
Chapter Nine

“What’s it feel like?”

Optimus furrows his orbital ridge, looking up from the scratch on Jazz’s thigh he’s attempting to buff out. He’s not as skilled as Sunstreaker, but Jazz had done the same for him, so Optimus is inclined to return the favor.

“You will have to be more specific.”

Jazz lounges on the berth, idly sipping a pouch of coolant, his leg propped on Optimus’ lap. “Having that many sparks bonded to yours.”

Optimus contemplates the question. “It is hard to put into words. My spark feels heavier. Fuller. Occasionally, I will catch a whisper, a thought or an emotion that is not mine, and separating them can be difficult.”

“Sounds terrible,” Jazz murmurs. “Invasive, too.”

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