“Uh, yeah, yes, I am,” he mumbled. He turned to Pixel, who was crippled on the ground in his hilarity, and picked up the minicon by the foot.
Off to the side, he hissed at the dangling minicon, “What on Cybertron are you playing? You think this is a game? Is all of this just some kind of game to you?”
Pixel shook his head and sputtered through his fit of laughter, “N0! It’s n0T a gam3! It’s a JoK3!”
“You think this is funny, Pix? You think bringing me to witness a person I really like meet my jerk-of-a-sister is hilarious?”
“Well, it isn’t! Playing with people’s relationships isn’t funny!”
Pixel stopped giggling. “?it,s n0t?”
“No, it isn’t!” growled Blight. “It’s seriously messed-up! Please, just leave me alone! Go find your sister and terrorize someone who can afford to lose more friends than I can!”
Pixel swung loosely for a second, and then said, “S rry…”
“I don’t care if you’re sorry. Just don’t do anything like this again.”
He dropped Pixel to the ground, where the little bot shattered. He rebuilt himself quickly, and drips of a dimmer light flooded from his eyes. He thought “sorry” was supposed to work.
Blight returned to the small gathering.
Caedia looked concerned. “Are you-”
“I’m fine,” he grumbled.