[Getaway lets go of one of Prowl's hands, draping it around the back of the couch. He keeps a hold of the other hand, allowing it to drop to the side.]
Prowl was just going to go refuel in his quarters after a good, productive day of security analysis, energon in hand, when he spots Grimlock by his Habsuite??
And then the mortifying series of words comes out of the Dinobot's mouth, making embarassment creep up his struts again. How long is his one night out going to haunt him!?]
Ah, hello. It's good to see you Grimlock. I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. That wasn't a date - it was just a night out, and I got a bit carried away. I don't remember much of what happened.
But you do hold hand thing. Him Spike say that for people who like each other.
[He's teasing Prowl now, just a bit.]
It better than stay in office all day.
[As far as he can remember, that's all Prowl did. Yes, he did come help fight Decepticons here and there, but Prowl never played like the Dinobots did. He never even went out for drives around town like his fellow Autobots. The only times he drove around was for "business."]
Leaders like him are what happen when your command structure rewards reckless actions, and superstitious traditions. All of the matrix bearers had this characteristic, in one form or another.
Cunning and competence come tertiary among us, I’m afraid.
[ a gentle prod. He had memorized Getaway’s dossier. Prowl gives his hand a light squeeze to indicate him to continue his report. ]
Holding hands doesn't necessarily mean it's a date...
[does he want to explain chriolinguistics to grimlock?]
Well, the parts I could remember weren't terrible. My duties here are a lot lighter than they are at home, I thought maybe I should make something of it.
[ opens the habsuite. grimlock is welcome to join him.]
...Nobody else heard that thing about the diplomats, did they?
[Grimlock hesitate for a moment. Usually being called into Prowl's territory means he's getting a lecture. But Prowl seems rather at ease now.]
[He stomps in, readying any number of insults to use against the rebukes Prowl might have for him. When no lectures ensue, he relaxes and lets go of much of his aggression. Shrugging, he answers Prowls' question.]
Me no know. There lots of people in bar. And it good thing. Diplomats boring.
[This is all well and good, but Getaway needs some clarification here.]
You know, I'm getting mixed signals here.
[Getaway says finally, deciding to just go for it.]
Are you really saying that you invited me here, to your room, while saying that we only had an hour to do this, and you actually do just want to talk about reports?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised from someone who rants about administrative nonsense when you're blackout drunk.
[Getaway is actually inclined to say yes, but at least know he knows what vibe they're going with. Besides, he finds he enjoys Prowl's cold and bitchy jabs.]
I was approaching you with an ulterior motive and have been trying to flirt with you this entire time.
But it seems I misread your intentions, so, like, my bad.
Oh, we've barely scratched the surface. Next time, you're going to explain to me how your scheming led to you selling the life chords of your crewmates. And your reasoning better be immaculate.
[ He sounds irritated, though Prowl doesn't immediately throw him out of the room. He most certainly could.
[This is the weirdest courtship ritual or whatever he's ever done.]
I employed a Mnemosurgeon known as Sunder and that was his price. He had the power to mind control an entire ship full of people simply by existing on it.
As if you wouldn't do the same if you had that power at your disposal.
Had nothing to do with me. It was just the Megatron's little fanclub's bad luck that they were there at all. Despite what anyone would say, I never anticipated that they would get involved.
[Which, surprisingly, is the truth.]
It wasn't my intention for any of the "Rod Squad" to die [Besides Megatron] when I marooned them.
["The Rod Squad". Primus, no wonder Rodimus had a mutiny planned against him.]
With all the ways I've sullied my hands in the past four million years, I can't help but feel more appalled by how sloppy your methods were than anything else. You really went completely off the rails.
[If anyone else pointed out Getaway's flaws in such a way, Getaway would murder them on the spot, cut up the body, and throw the pieces into space one by one. The only reason why he doesn't do this right now to Prowl is because Getaway is hoping to get some.]
I've got a few ideas on what we can fill those 30 minutes with.
[He says huskily, sliding closer and pulling himself up against Prowl at a side angle, as Prowl's enormous chest stops anyone from approaching him from the front.]
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