Heat flares in Cyclonus at Galvatron's words, but his expression remains cool and respectful. His lord is handsome and powerful, anyone with sense would find him desirable. But it's not his place to want unless Galvatron wants. But he can certainly hope...
He stands when Galvatron says to speak to him as equals - as if Cyclonus could ever truly equal him - as equals do not kneel.
"Of course," he answers, a hint if incredulity in his voice, as though he can't believe that anyone would need ask. He slams a fist against his chest and sings out with fervent patriotism, "Glory to Cybertron, glinting in the heavens!"
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Date: 2015-04-07 03:18 pm (UTC)He stands when Galvatron says to speak to him as equals - as if Cyclonus could ever truly equal him - as equals do not kneel.
"Of course," he answers, a hint if incredulity in his voice, as though he can't believe that anyone would need ask. He slams a fist against his chest and sings out with fervent patriotism, "Glory to Cybertron, glinting in the heavens!"