[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.]
[ A SLY GRIN. He is completely stone-cold sober, but he doesn't seem to mind Getaway sidling up to him. Maybe a no dates, make-outs and booze only affair is exactly what can work.
Prowl doesn't allow himself to be quite so vulnerable without a dozen glasses down the gullet, so he'll make the first move. He grasps Getaway's chin to line up their eyes, leaning forward to get even closer. He always was a bit of a control freak. ]
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[LOOK AT HIM, look at how pissy his face is. he couldn't unclench enough while sober to even try.]
I'll answer that for you: I don't.
Unless when you asked to continue your report, you were approaching me with ulterior motives?
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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.
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[optics narrow]
I can't believe I've had to explain this for the eighth time this week: I don't date.
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Who said anything about dating? I'm hardly in love with you.
I just like your frame, is all.
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The reason I invited you to my quarters is because I inspected it to debug and remove any monitoring equipment.
So how are we going to differentiate between business, and whatever nonsense you assumed just now?
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[Getaway suggests, inching closer a touch.]
And we've already done a whole lot of business. You did say we were short on time after all.
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[ He sounds irritated, though Prowl doesn't immediately throw him out of the room. He most certainly could.
Careful where you touch next, Getaway.]
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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.
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[Of course Prowl knows about him. Because he's Prowl.]
Utilizing something that dangerous is reckless. You don't need to explain the rest, I'm not surprised it blew up in your face.
Now, the DJD?
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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.
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["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.
[he leans back comfortably, now]
We have thirty minutes.
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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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Prowl doesn't allow himself to be quite so vulnerable without a dozen glasses down the gullet, so he'll make the first move. He grasps Getaway's chin to line up their eyes, leaning forward to get even closer. He always was a bit of a control freak. ]
If they're good enough, I'll even consider them.