I wasn't... going to be angry or anything. I don't really know how to react? I just think we should talk about it. If we leave it then it'll be a problem. It's a mutual problem.
[which-- if prowl has touched the string himself, he'll know the horrible shitstorm of guilt and affection and confusion.]
[ Prowl will roll by the entrance of Maccadam’s a few minutes later. He is a fan of promptness apparently, much like Magnus.
When he transforms back, he picks up a strong drink at the bar before following his string towards the bot connected to the other end. The ever present tugging was rather annoying, by the by!!! ]
Hey! [he stands up when he sees prowl (which only makes the string tug a little, oops) and waves. despite the easy disposition, he looks like he needs a day off or a nap or something but then-- so does prowl. so do all of them.
despite his qualifications, he still doesn't quite know what to say. he doesn't even know if he wants to turn prowl down, but--
maybe he will. he should. he's never had a partner before and he isn't about to start now! he wouldn't be any good at it, anyway.] Woah, that's a strong one. I feel that. These strings are all-- just unnecessary! I'll have to work out how they function.
[ Prowl has had about eight partners, and Ratchet would be a pretty damn good option compared to all of them.
But he doesn't want it to be based off guilt or obligation. So he takes a measured seat accross from the medic, downs some of the engex, and takes a deep breath. ]
For the record, your Megatron informed me of my counterpart's passing. I... understand that this makes everything rather complicated.
[his expression goes extremely tight at that, and the sound of glass shattering in his brain is almost audible. stiffly, he sits back down, looking intently at his own glass.]
...Yeah. He took a shot for Prime and it hit him in the spark chamber. I couldn't save him.
You don't actually look all that similar. Different enough that I don't get confused anymore at a glance. [ratchet keeps looking down at his glass, smiling a little.] I think he was younger, too, but he was in the same line of work. He'd still race Hot Rod for fun...
[but-- ah, not about that.]
It's strange, yeah, but when I see you it's not like I'm seein' a romantic partner I lost, so it could be worse, I guess. Maybe not, 'cuz he went pretty rough, but still. I didn't mean to keep this from ya as a... I don't know. On purpose. I want ya to know that I wouldn't be treatin' ya any different even if I'd never met a Prowl. I still think your gigantic huge brain is incredible and I'd still want to be your friend.
[he shouldn't really be friends with his patients, but ratchet scrapped that rule a good few million years ago. he can only do so much!]
[ his expression is largely stern - that serious gravitas that Prowl approached nearly every conversation with - except for the last bit, which makes a smile threaten to appear on his face. ]
Well, I appreciate that.
[ He grasps his drink with both hands, as if it might disappear at any moment. ]
You know the Ratchet I've worked with. I respect his skill, but you are nothing like him on a personal level. I don't think I could last ten minutes with him in a lab before we'd want to fight each other.
Good. [he tilts his head.] I wonder how we ended up so different sometimes; the other counterparts we ran into in Unspace were... pretty much the same, except for minor differences. That's the nature of infinity, s'ppose.
He's... good. Very good at his job. I think the worst version of me would be one that doesn't care. If you don't then... what's the point?
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[oh, jeez, that sounds like asking him for a date.]
Or-- just. Wherever.
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I must admit, I wasn’t expecting that to be your reaction.
I’ll meet you there.
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[which-- if prowl has touched the string himself, he'll know the horrible shitstorm of guilt and affection and confusion.]
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But I would also like to talk.
[ should he just hang up and go now?? This is so awkward. ]
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[ratchet hangs up first, then immediately bonks his head on the table he is sitting at. nope. shoulda left it. nightmare.]
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When he transforms back, he picks up a strong drink at the bar before following his string towards the bot connected to the other end. The ever present tugging was rather annoying, by the by!!! ]
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despite his qualifications, he still doesn't quite know what to say. he doesn't even know if he wants to turn prowl down, but--
maybe he will. he should. he's never had a partner before and he isn't about to start now! he wouldn't be any good at it, anyway.] Woah, that's a strong one. I feel that. These strings are all-- just unnecessary! I'll have to work out how they function.
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But he doesn't want it to be based off guilt or obligation. So he takes a measured seat accross from the medic, downs some of the engex, and takes a deep breath. ]
For the record, your Megatron informed me of my counterpart's passing. I... understand that this makes everything rather complicated.
[ But when are things not? ]
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...Yeah. He took a shot for Prime and it hit him in the spark chamber. I couldn't save him.
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I must be like a phantom to you.
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[but-- ah, not about that.]
It's strange, yeah, but when I see you it's not like I'm seein' a romantic partner I lost, so it could be worse, I guess. Maybe not, 'cuz he went pretty rough, but still. I didn't mean to keep this from ya as a... I don't know. On purpose. I want ya to know that I wouldn't be treatin' ya any different even if I'd never met a Prowl. I still think your gigantic huge brain is incredible and I'd still want to be your friend.
[he shouldn't really be friends with his patients, but ratchet scrapped that rule a good few million years ago. he can only do so much!]
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Well, I appreciate that.
[ He grasps his drink with both hands, as if it might disappear at any moment. ]
You know the Ratchet I've worked with. I respect his skill, but you are nothing like him on a personal level. I don't think I could last ten minutes with him in a lab before we'd want to fight each other.
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He's... good. Very good at his job. I think the worst version of me would be one that doesn't care. If you don't then... what's the point?