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XXX023 — drinking prowl
Published: 2012-08-12 13:07:38 +0000 UTC; Views: 3711; Favourites: 136; Downloads: 23
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As Prowl climbed up the table leg, slipping down once again. He went over the list of punishments he could inflict on Wheeljack for yet another unstable idea. He had been walking along the corridor, minding his own business when "BOOM" He was 6 inches high!! And of course the automatic cleaner had been cleaning the corridor and swept him up. He had just managed to wriggle out of the stupid thing as it entered the mess room, which for once was empty. This was why he was climbing the slagging table leg! Growling with frustration he managed to swing himself over the lip and onto the table top. He had arranged to meet Jazz here. There were two small cubes of Energon already on the table, from the colour it was high grade. Maybe just a small sip would help his frazzled battle computer calm down. Just as he leaned over to sip, the walls vibrated as the Dinobots surged through, taking a short cut to the entrance of the Ark. Prowl overbalanced and fell face plate first into the Energon.
"A'h don't know where Prowler could be." Jazz said as he walked into the mess room. "A'h hope he's oaky."A nervous Wheeljack and a concerned Red Alert flanking him.
"I couldn't get to the cleaner fast enough." Red said, having seen the accident on his security cameras. "He must have been able to escape from it. After the corridor, it's programmed to clean in here." Red spoke as his optics scanned the floor.
Wheeljack just rung his hands together. Why in the Holy name of Primus had he been tinkering with the miniaturizer?? And Prowl of all bots!! He was so slagged. At least he had the means to get Prowl back to his normal size.
Jszz's keen audios picked up a strange noise, it was coming from the table he usually shared with Prowl. He'd left some high grade on the table as today was the anniversary of the first time they had meet. He 'blinked' and refreshed his optics. Stepping closer to the table. It wasn't!! It was!!
"Prowler?" He bent over to see the Praxian sitting in the cube, clearly having drunk some of the potent liquid. Prowl looked up, frustration and tipsy warring for dominance on his handsome face. He gave Jazz a wave of his fingers, raised one optic brow as Jazz delicately placed a straw into the liquid beside him. Jazz took a sip, delight blossoming as he smiled.
"Ain't ever tasted such gooooood high grade." He chuckled as he lifted the glass and it's Praxian passenger up. Taking the miniaturizer out of Wheeljack's hands he headed for the door. As the door opened and closed after him. Red Alert and Wheeljack would swear that Jazz said something about licking clean and Prowl laughed!! He actually laughed.
"Would that be under TMI!" Red glanced at Wheeljack. "Defiantly!!" The engineer squeaked. He smiled, maybe Prowl wouldn't slag him completely!
I was trying to work in that Prowl would be shaken and not stirred like James Bond.
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Oh my whoever is doing it (Jazz I'm hoping it's you) please keep going
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Jazz: no my Prowl!! oΔo
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lol
deal with it jazz, prowl shouldn't be so delicious looking if he doesn't want it :]
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Jazz: *drags prowl* he's MINE! e.e
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oooh~ jazz is being posesive :3 fan girl material! :]
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Jazz: :T my prowler
why thank ya x3
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Oh... I WANT ON PRAXIAN COCKTAIL PLEASE! 
LOVE the picture~ ;3
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