KV. Autobot City. Sparklet Affection

[dens_extra_pups]

Autobot City, several weeks after Nightbird's arrival


desk of the Prime: *covered in an unbelievable assortment of bubblegum machine toys and games, along with every imaginable "edible" to ever come out of a gumball machine*

Jazz: *making sure none of the toys are of red plastic, even if it's tasty*

Prowl: *comes in, accompanied by excited clicking from his slender black shadow* *mild stink eye for his brother* You rang?

Jazz: *looks up and gestures to the toys* My order for all the kids arrived. *grin* Wanna help distribute the loot?

Nightbird: *excited because she found out what happens when you poke someone's doorwings*

Prowl: *flatly* I have work to do. I'm sure Nightbird would love to help her father. *turns on his heel to slip past the black sparklet, and shut the door before she can poke his 'wings again*

Jazz: *sputters*

Nightbird: *clickstorm*

door alert: *rings softly*

Nightbird: *clickstorms at the door*

Jazz: *gives the command for the door to open, even as he begins bundling up toys for each of the kids in the city. Adds candy and gum to the bundles for the organic kids*

Hoist: *peeks inside* *sheepishly* Are you very busy, Jazz?

Jazz: *as Nightbird skitters out of Hoist's way* Naw. Jes' sortin' goodies fer the kids. 'Sup, Hoist?

Hoist: *more sheepish as he enters. Leaves the door open behind him* Er. Do you remember when you offered relationship advice, should I ever need it?

Jazz: *nods, remembering that offer* Yup. You need it?

Nightbird: o.O

Hoist: *quietly, as he automatically does a quick scan of the room and then checks the seat of the chair in front of the desk* Well, not for myself.

Jazz: *curious now* Really?

Nightbird: *inching toward the door*

Hoist: *so embarrassed, but determined* *still quiet* Yes. You remember when I introduced a lovely young lady to a certain bot?

Jazz: *leans forward slightly, nodding* I remember.

Nightbird: *and she's out the door. Freedom!!!*

Hoist: *sadly* I fear I badly misjudged their compatibility. Grapple has shown no interest in Perpetua at all, and has taken to shunning me.

Jazz: *blinks a bit* Hoist, you know he and Perpetua're headin' ta Paris for that unveilin' thing, right?

Hoist: *looks up, confused* Which unveiling? Oh! His museum? That's today? *alarmed expression as he stands quickly* And he never reminded me.

Jazz: Show helped Perpetua get'er scarf arranged right.

Hoist: *lost* Scarf?

Jazz: *shares a holo image of Grapple and Perpetua*

Hoist: *blinks at shiny brother who is shiny without Hoist having heard a word of ranting or whining, and then gapes at rough and tumble Perpetua now nicely shined and draped in a soft golden scarf that is tied in a bow at her back after crossing over her chest plate* *tries to speak past surprise. Gapes behind his mask some more instead*

Jazz: Looks ta me like they're gettin' on like a house a-fire.

Hoist: *blankly* But I've heard no gossip about public displays of affection. No one has been laughing about stumbling across them exchanging energy...

Jazz: *slight shrug* Maybe they're jes' bein' quiet 'n doin' things their own way?

Hoist: *blinks a bit more, but then looks around as he notices something* ...Wasn't your daughter here just now?

Jazz: *sigh* *pings Red* //'Bird flew the coop again. Where'd she go?//

Red Alert: //She's following the usual route, Jazz. Prowl is not in his office, however.//

Jazz: *groan, moves to get up* //Prowl, 'Bird is loose again.//

Prowl: *calmly* //You must be the worst father ever created.//

Jazz: //That was harsh, Prowlie. Might hafta tell her that you need cuddles.// *out into the hall to try and catch up with Nightbird*

Prowl: *conversationally* //Do you remember that time on J Delta Beta that that huge, hideous, drunken Zamojin woman decided to kiss you?//

Jazz: *meep*

Prowl: //You swore me to secrecy on that, Jazz.// *voice trembles just slightly in what must be extreme frustration or desperation to stay away from Nightbird's personal space defying courtship attempts*

Jazz: *sees a slender black form seated on the floor near Prowl's office door* //Found 'er. Didja lock your door?//

Prowl: //I'm not in my office. I'm currently in the kindergarten.//

Jazz: //Scrap. There she goes!//

Prowl: //What?//

Jazz: //Was gonna try and distract her with Larry the Cucumber, but she just got up and took off fer yer location!//

Prowl: //She's hacked my frequency???// *yes, that is real angst in his voice, Jazz!*

Jazz: //Must'a! Or she hacked mine! One'a us got hacked!//

Prowl: *loud click!*


Meanwhile, in the kindergarten*


Skywarp: *absent from the lesson, as he was crabby and showed signs of hitting a growth spurt earlier this morning*

Wheelie: *coloring with Hook, MixMaster, and the rest of the Constructicons*

Motormaster: *tussling with his brothers on the floor*

Deadend: *looks over at Prowl and grins as he squeezes Wildrider's head* Look! I'm deading him!

Prowl: *on his feet and seeking the best escape route, can't really notice bitty morbidness right now!*

Wildrider: *trying to bite Deadend's arm* *cares not that his head is being squeezed*

Motormaster: King'a the slaggin' world!!!

Deadend: *freezes and looks up with big surprised eyes as he hears Prowl yelp. Prowl doesn't yelp! Not even the time Motormaster ran over his foot*

Nightbird: *PURRING*

Prowl: *wrenches himself away from her and then turns to face her*

Nightbird: *confused sound*

Prowl: *desperately* Can you even understand me? You never reply when I speak to you.

Nightbird: *headtilty*

Prowl: Say something. *quiet desperation in his voice*

Nightbird: *thinking hard*

Deadend: Say "Somefin!" :D

Nightbird: *think think think, processor settles on a word she hears a lot from the pretty one* No?

Prowl: *facepalm. Was that a whimper?*

Nightbird: *more thinking*

Deadend: *careful coaching voice* "Somefiiin. Some... FIIN!" :D

Nightbird: ... Noms.

Deadend: Hey. I yike that word too! *looks around*

Prowl: *muffled behind his hand* My doors are not noms.

Nightbird: *slowly* Want noms. Noms?

Dirge: *gently punches Nightbird on the leg*

Prowl: *looks down with surprise at the clang*

Nightbird: *startled squeal, skitters away from the punch with wide optics*

Dirge: *holds up a whole, totally unbitten cookie*

Nightbird: *blink blink* Noms?

Dirge: *nod nod! Offers*

Nightbird: *parks skidplate on floor and holds out hand*

Dirge: *goes over and sits on her leg, then gives cookie and folds his arms to frown at Prowl*

Deadend: *bored now. Bites Motormaster*

Motormaster: *wallops Deadend*

Nightbird: *happy little clickstorm as she nomphs*

Prowl: *takes a deep breath, and then hunkers in front of the young fembot* Nightbird, can you understand me?

Nightbird: *blink blink* *muffled click*

Prowl: *forces himself to be as patient with Nightbird as he was with Starscream when the Seeklet was tiny and given to biting doorwings and screaming all night with terror* If you understand me, please nod your head.

Nightbird: *silent for a few moments, working Prowl's words over in her processor before nodding slowly*

Prowl: *forces himself to speak very simply* I don't want to be your boyfriend.

Dirge: *surprised huff and a scowl for Prowl. Prowl is mean!*

Nightbird: ... *silent. Then she's wibbling and moving to try and get to her feet as quickly as she can*

Prowl: *hands out* Wait. Nightbird wait! I'm not finished. *frustration gone, his voice now carries the fatherly calm that it always does for his own children*

Nightbird: No. *going to try and get away now*

Prowl: Nightbird. Wait. *gentle command now*

Nightbird: *setting up to shriek*

Prowl: I like you.

Dirge: *buh?* *looks up again*

Nightbird: *so confused now* *whine*

Prowl: *gently* I'm too old to be your boyfriend. I'm mentor age.

Deadend: Ohh. Yeah. *looks at Nightbird* He's OLD.

Dirge: *nod nod*

Nightbird: *does not compute* *frustrated whine*

Prowl: *points to where Jazz is lurking in the doorway with a little triple changer wrapped around his leg* That's my broth... my bubby.

Nightbird: *clicking softly and whining as this new piece of information begins to settle in her processor*

Dirge: *bitty gruffness* I'm not too old.

Deadend: *laughs so much!* You're too little!

Dirge: Am not!

Deadend: Are too!

Dirge: No!

Deadend: Yup!

Prowl: *ack! Tries to distract before war breaks out*

Nightbird: *gonna try and scoot for a quieter spot so she can sit and think*

Prowl: *now at the bottom of a heap of little coneheads and Stunticons*

Jazz: *distracted from 'Bird by trying to break up the scuffle*


near Jazz's office a few hours later, near lunchtime


Nightbird: *nodded off at some point to try and process data*

Whirl: *walking past with Tailgate* Hey, isn't that Jazz's kid?

Tailgate: Huh? *looks*

Whirl: *reaches down and turns her minibot friend's head* That way. In the shadows.

Tailgate: *soft squeak as she spots the ninjabot* Oh, dear!

Whirl: *steps toward the youngster, but then hesitates* *not a shy bot, but her years in the tunnels have left her very cautious*

Nightbird: *shifts slightly, soft sound, continues to doze*

Tailgate: *meep expression*

Whirl: *sudden perk* I know what ta do. *calls the daycare!*

Chromia: *answers* //Daycare, this is Chromia.//

Whirl: //Chromia? Wow! Um. Hi, it's Whirl. There's a kid over by the Prime's office, sleepin' on the floor.//

Chromia: *quick headcount* //...Which kid?//

Whirl: //That big one that made Prowl yell out in the square a couple days ago.//

Chromia: //Nightbird.// *relaying the information to the other adults, and telling them that she'll be right back* *to Whirl* //Can you check on her, and make sure she's okay?//

Whirl: //Uh. Sure.// *looks at Tailgate* She says you need to check and see if the kid's alright.

Chromia: *switches to a private comm* //Nightbird made Prowl yell?//

Tailgate: *another quiet "meep", hesitantly scoots closer to the sleeping ninjabot*

Whirl: *as she watches her best friend, ready to leap to the white and blue minibot's defence* //Yeah. She did somethin' to his doorwings.//

Chromia: //... I'm on my way over.//

Tailgate: *slightly bibbly as she cautiously touches Nightbird's shoulder*

Nightbird: *soft sound, bleary blinking as she looks up at the minibot*

Whirl: *absently* //Uh huh.// *wincing as she watches the big kid wake up*

Nightbird: *quiet for a few moments, optics studying Tailgate*

Tailgate: *about ready to bolt*

Nightbird: ... You should court Prowl.

Whirl: *sputter!*

Tailgate: *squeak!* H-Huh?

Nightbird: Close in age. 'N you're nice. *nod* Should court Prowl.

Whirl: *is holding one hand over her mouth and flailing the other with shock and glee as Chromia hurries up*

Chromia: *boggling* Did she just...?

Tailgate: *SO MUCH BLUSH*

Nightbird: *moving to get up*

Whirl: *squeaks, then grabs Tailgate and runs off down the hall cackling*

Chromia: ... Nightbird, would you like to come sit with the other sparklets?

Nightbird: ... Babbies. *nod*

Jazz: *trying hard not to snicker, was listening from behind the closed door*

Chromia: *will bring Nightbird to the Daycare*

Nightbird: *clicking softly as she follows Chromia*

First Aid: *is a hand waving faintly from beneath a pack of bittybots* Chr... Chromia? The triplets are right he... here!

Groove: *so amused that as fast as he picks a bitty up another one takes their place*

Chromia: *SNERK* Let me help you, 'Aid.

Nightbird: *soft squee* Babbies! *will park butt on floor*

Nova: *peeks toward the squee, and sees somebody new! SCOWL. Must investigate to make sure it's safe!* *crawls out of the pile and over to the black stranger, golden eyes all frowny*

Nightbird: *clickstorm. Hi. I am babby. We can be friends, yes?*

Nova: *stops and sits up with surprise, her big eyes studying the stranger to see how they sound like a sparklet when they are so big*

Nightbird: *hesitant chirp*

Nova: *frown deepens, but leans forward slightly* *cautious, quiet clicks. I protect. But am baby. You baby?*

Nightbird: *nod* *clicks* *Am baby. Want to be friends. Like snuggle*

Nova: *blinks a couple times, but then cracks a grin that is Ironhide and Chromia all over again. Turns and clicks to her siblings and the other sparklets. A grown up size baby! Come play!*

Starforge: *looks up from where he'd been sitting on First Aid's head and pat patting him* Buh? Oooooo. P'ritty! *here he comes!*

Carina: *bwees and moves to crawl after Starforge. Wait for me, bubby!*

Blitzwing: *slides down off of First Aid and then scoots over to hunker down and offer Carina his back to ride on. Clicks curiously, and gravely studies the big sparklet as he waits for her*

Carina: *happy chirp as she scrambles up to cling on Blitzwing's back*

Nightbird: *happy clicks and chirps*

Starforge: *pauses to give Carina sissy's butt a gentle push to help her up, and then crawls toward Nova sissy!*

Deadend: It's Birdy! She's Dirge's girlfend!

Dirge: *looks up from nomming on a First Aid finger* Buh?

Nightbird: *looks over and chirps*

Dirge: *drops First Aid's hand and scoots over curiously. Remembers the pretty lady/girl, but doesn't remember her being his girlfriend*

Nightbird: *click, chirp, pop. You come sit with us and snuggle?*

Nova: *gonna sit on your knee!* *and fold her arms and look just like her daddy in a grump*

Nightbird: *will give cuddles!*

First Aid: *sighs with relief and sits up as the sparklets mostly abandon him in favour of the new and interesting friend* Wow! Thanks, Groove and Chromia.

Groove: *good natured chuckle as he watches the nap heap that's forming* No prob, 'Aid.

Chromia: Well, at least the kids will settle down now. *chuckles*

Nightbird: *happy purr is a go*

First Aid: *counts heads and frowns* Where's Barricade?

Groove: *laughs* Where do you think?

First Aid: *perk* Oh. Streetwise is here? *looks over toward his brother's favourite place to sit*

Barricade: *bitty yap yap yap, is talking to Unca Police Car as he snuggles against the older mech*

Streetwise: *is studying the sparklet pile, which is his stated purpose for coming to the daycare. But his head is just slightly tilted toward that tiny voice chatting to him*

First Aid: ^_^ I'm so glad that Ratchet and Fixer brought Barricade home from the Nexus.

Chromia: *chuckles* I am, too.

Nightbird: *gonna lay back carefully after making sure no bitties are behind her*

First Aid: *notices this, and gets to his feet to bring blankets and lovies. Will then sit by the sparklet pile and monitor them as they snuggle and recharge*

Groove: *will go over to the counter and start mixing up botmado mud for when those babies wake up*


that evening


Starscream: *sitting on the couch in Prowl's living room and frowning intently as he waves a wii controller*

Nightbird: *playing "Evade Jazz" out in the hall*

Prowl: *moving around the living room, doing what little tidying needs done before he'll sit down and relax over some reports* *pauses to gently touch Silverbolt II as he walks past where the winged mare is contentedly munching her supper*

Nightbird: *scampers past the door, squealing as she slides on a slick patch and falls*

Prowl: *absently* //Alright out there, Jazz?//

Jazz: //You see which way 'Bird went? I lost track'a her in B-52.//

door: *soft knock*

Prowl: //I just heard a squeal approximately fifteen foot from my front door.// *turns and stoops slightly to look closely at the camera which shows him who is at his door*

Tailgate: *looking toward where Nightbird just scampered off, is holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand*

Prowl: *curious little head movement and then stands and goes toward the door, wondering if the little minibot is lost*

Jazz: //Whoop! There she is!// *going to try and herd Nightbird toward quarters*

Prowl: *opens the door and looks down at Tailgate* *good natured and quiet* May I help you, Miss?

Starscream: *pauses his game and peeks over the back of the couch to see who's there*

Tailgate: *soft little squeak* H-Hi... I... I was w-wondering if you'd like to go see a movie?

Prowl: *huh? What did she say?* *slow blink* I... beg your pardon?

Tailgate: *shyly holds up two tickets* I got them as a gift from work.

Prowl: *optics flash as what she's saying sinks in* *quiet surprise* You're asking me out?

Starscream: *muffles a squee!*

Tailgate: *BLUSH, nods*

Prowl: *heard that soft squee behind him. Knows Tailgate to be a little civilian with an even greater helping of the innocence and sweet natured exuberance that Bumblebee is known for* I... *what happened to his vocalizer?* I'd like that. Would you like to come in while I tend to a few things?

Tailgate: *with the way her visor just brightened, it's quite likely that she's grinning behind her mask* S-Sure.

Prowl: *reaches down to guide her inside*

Tailgate: *soft squeak as she remembers the flowers. Will shyly offer them to Prowl*

Prowl: *hesitates* What?

Tailgate: *shyly* T-These're for you.

Prowl: *sucks air in with a little catch as he realizes, from the human style gift, that Tailgate hasn't just come to befriend him, but to court* *quietly, sounding a bit shocked* Oh.

Starscream: *two hands barely muffle this squee!*

Tailgate: *so much blush, even as she continues to hold out the flowers in offer*

Prowl: *glances back at his son and sees the top of the sparklet's head bobbing as Starscream nods encouragingly. Bites his lip, and then absently runs a self diagnostic to find the source of the shiver that just went through his circuits as he turns back and holds out a hand for the gift* *quietly* These are roses, aren't they?

Tailgate: *small nod as she gives the bouquet of red, light pink, dark pink, and yellow tipped with red roses to the doorwinged mech*

Prowl: *takes the flowers gently, and then actually squeaks as he turns and comes face to face with the cup of water that Starscream is offering him* Oh. Thank you. *carefully puts roses into the water*

Starscream: *grins at Tailgate, and then turns and scoots away*

Tailgate: *soft little squee*

Prowl: *very slight start, and turns back to her questioningly*

Tailgate: *BLUSH*

Prowl: Err. *blinks and clears his vocalizer* That was my son. Starscream. //Wheeljack, can you watch Starscream for a few hours?//

Tailgate: Ohhh! He's adorable, Prowl. *more little squee*

Wheeljack: //Sure thing, Prowl. 'Clipsie 'n Blue're settin' up stuff fer family game night, 'n we c'n always make room fer one more player.//

Prowl: //Could someone come and get him, please?// *expression softens* *quietly* Thank you, I think so too.

Wheeljack: //... Wait. Why're you needin' someone ta watch Starscream? You okay?//

Prowl: *absently, as he quietly excuses himself to Tailgate and turns to look for his son* //I'm fine, Wheeljack. Why?//

Wheeljack: //... This got anythin' ta do with 'Clipsie squeein' jes now?//

Prowl: //What? I don't know...// Starscream, can you get ready to go visit Eclipse for a little while?

Starscream: *calls from the hall, his voice excited and happy* I am!

Prowl: Oh...

Wheeljack: //'Clipsie jes went ta get Screamer.//

Prowl: *as Starscream darts out with his green teddy bear in his arms and Silverbolt II bucking and playing around his feet* //Thank you, Wheeljack.// *sounds very distracted*

Silverbolt II: *sees a visitor and trots over gently to say hello*

Tailgate: *surprised squeak*

Starscream and Prowl: *in unison* She won't hurt you. She's only saying hello.

Silverbolt II: *stops at a non threatening distance and whickers, her wings rustling gently as they lay against her back and sides. Has learned that many people are fascinated by her wings, so she shows them off*

Tailgate: *another squeak, and then she's clicking softly*

Silverbolt II: *perks ears at the friendly sound, and then "talks" back softly*

Starscream: *hunkered down with his chin on his knees as he watches his pet and waits for his sister* *softly, in his odd, shrill voice* You can hold out your hand to say hello to her, just like you would with another bot.

Tailgate: O-Okay. *will do so, slowly, so as not to startle the fuzzy*

Silverbolt II: *not worried in the least as she wuffles softly and nuzzles the hand, then lifts up a forefoot to lay in it*

Tailgate: *soft, happy squee*

Silverbolt II: *softly makes a near echo of the sound, and then perks her ears toward her master as Starscream giggles softly*

Tailgate: *so much joy on her face, even with the visor and mask in place*

Silverbolt II: *daintily taps a hoof on the floor, and then looks at her master*

Starscream: *shakes his head without lifting his chin from his knees* We don't have time to show what you've learned right now.

Silverbolt II: *little fussy head toss, but then turns back to Tailgate and wiffles*

Tailgate: *wants to pet! But not sure if she should, since she doesn't want to hurt the fuzzy*

Prowl: *quietly, from where he's been watching the interaction of mare and lady* What's wrong?

Tailgate: *quietly* I want to pet her... but I don't know if I should because what if I end up accidentally hurting her? *bibble*

Prowl: *soft chuckle as he hunkers down himself* Come here, Silverbolt II. *watches the mare bounce toward him, and then shows Tailgate how to gently run a hand along her folded wings from front to back* She likes this.

Starscream: *nod nod*

Tailgate: *will carefully imitate you now, Prowl*

Silverbolt II: *encouraging little sounds, and then perks her ears toward the open door and calls gladly to the friend that she hears coming*

Eclipse: *can be heard long before she's knocking on the door, is talking to Jazz*

Prowl: *turns to look toward Eclipse, then blinks with surprise and stands as he sees the Prime* Jazz? Is something wrong? Nightbird isn't here right now.

Jazz: Naw. Jes' checkin' out a rumor I heard goin' round. *grin*

Prowl: *frown* What rumour was that?

Jazz: Nothin' much, jes' some peeps saw Tailgate headin' this way with flowers.

Tailgate: *quiet 'meep'*

Prowl: Oh. *shrugs and turns to Eclipse* I shouldn't be more than three hours. *glances at the sparklet now bouncing excitedly at his side* Starscream's ready.

Eclipse: *nodnod* Okay. We're going to be playing a couple of different games, and I managed to hide 'Monopoly', since the last time we played, Dad cleaned us out and it wasn't very much fun so we're going to play something different and this'll be Cat Scan's first time playing human-made games.

Starscream: And I have the latest story packet. *holds out a paper wrapped package of printouts* I found them in the usual place.

Eclipse: Oh, Bluestreak was wanting to hear how the next part of the story goes! *grin, will offer hugs*

Starscream: *big hug, and then a hug for Tailgate and one for Prowl* *softly, to his father* Have fun.

Prowl: *tries to reply. Can only clear his vox and nod*

Tailgate: *blush*

Jazz: *grin* I'm gonna go see if I c'n sweet-talk Show inta watchin' a movie with me.

Starscream: *as he walks away with his sister and Silverbolt II* Where's Nightbird?

Eclipse: Last time I saw her, she was snuggling with the triplets and the Stunties and Constructicons in the rec room.

Starscream: Shouldn't she be at home in bed?

Prowl: *impatiently quizzical look for Jazz* Enjoy your movie.

Eclipse: *blink blink* Probably. Let's get her to bed and then we can go get some snacks for game night, and we can introduce Cat Scan to fizzies because I'm pretty sure she's never had those even with the fancy meal Bluestreak got for her that one day.

Jazz: *grin* You too. *heard Whirl talking about Tailgate taking Prowl to a movie* *will head off, dancing to some of the music he's been trying to get Showtime to listen to with him*

Prowl: *shakes his head and turns back to Tailgate, his expression going gentle and uncertain* Well... I'm ready.

Tailgate: *expression brightens* L-Let's go, then.

Prowl: *nods and invites her to step out of the apartment with a hand gesture*

Tailgate: *will accept the invitation, blush returning to her face*

Prowl: *closes the door and tells it to lock, then looks uncertainly at the pretty little lady who is standing and watching him with that bright blue visor*

Tailgate: *so much blush on her face now, will shyly reach for your hand, Prowl*

Prowl: *feels his own face plates heat as he takes that small hand in his* *quiet and uncertain* What are we seeing?

Tailgate: *quietly* It's a newer film by Disney, so it won't have a lot of loud explosions or anything like that... *knows loud noises can bother doorwings, because Showtime explained it to her earlier*

Prowl: *keeps himself from grimacing by long practise* Disney?

Tailgate: *nods* It's called 'Frozen'. It's about two sisters.

Prowl: *surprised* I've heard of that movie. But I haven't had time to see it yet. Starscream went with his sister and some of the other sparklets.

Tailgate: *shy grin* It's one of my favorites.

Prowl: Really? What do you like about it? *absent nod to the twins as he and Tailgate walk past them*

Tailgate: I like the designs for the characters, and the way they depict the sisters. The music's really good, too. *nodnod*

Sideswipe: *just had his noisemaker bomb go off in his hands as he squeezed it with shock at the sight of Prowl holding hands with a girl*

Prowl: *twitches wings at the bang, but keeps going*

Sideswipe: Even Prowl's got a girl. :(

Sunstreaker: *slaps brother in the head and gets pounced on*

Prowl: *ignores that too* What style of animation does it use?

Tailgate: It's the computer-generated style. But it still looks really pretty and nice.

Prowl: *slight smile at the words "pretty and nice", reminded of Eclipse. Then gives the ticket bot a quizzical look as that young lady chuckles and waves them through*

Tailgate: *sheepish* That's one of my coworkers.

Prowl: I see. I'm not sure I recognize her. What's her name?

Tailgate: That's Idina. She's really nice.

Prowl: *smiles, and then nods to Hound, who is self consciously listening as a lovely, slender, green lady talks about plants* Are we getting snacks?

Tailgate: Ah... If you want to?

Prowl: *gently* It's up to you.

Tailgate: Er... I... I fueled before coming to ask you about the movie.

Prowl: *slight smile* I had supper with Starscream.

Tailgate: A-Alright. *small nod*

Prowl: *looks around, and then leads her over to the proper theatre, which is the one with the big curved screen*

Whirl and Pipes: *sitting up in the very best seats in the place*

Whirl: *waves enthusiastically to her best friend as she spots Tailgate* //We saved you seats!//

Tailgate: *quiet "meep", will point out the pair to Prowl*

Prowl: I see them. Are we sitting with them?

Tailgate: *head shake* *quietly* T-They saved us seats.

Prowl: Ah. *ask her to walk ahead of him up the steps*

Tailgate: *so much blush, will do as asked*

Whirl: *waits till they've nearly reached her and Pipes, and then bounces to her feet and herds her husband out of the theatre* //Have fun, TG. We've got boom 'n doom to watch with those tickets you bought us.//

Tailgate: *can't help but squeak* //A-Alright.//

Prowl: *calculates viewing trajectory, and then pulls a cushion out of his subspace and puts it on one of the seats* Here. Sit here, Tailgate. This will help you see comfortably.

Tailgate: *more blush* T-Thank you, Prowl. *will move to sit down*

Prowl: *makes sure she's comfortable, then gently touches her hand and sits down, wondering why he did that, or if he shouldn't have*

Tailgate: *SO MUCH BLUSH at the touch to her hand*

Prowl: *soft apology as he frowns at her with uncertain concern*

Tailgate: *will carefully lean so she can see the movie and snuggle against Prowl at the same time*

Prowl: *soft gasp as he finishes sitting down, then cautiously lifts the arm that is nearer to her and looks to see if she would like him to put it around her shoulders. Has seen couples sitting this way, and if Tailgate is courting him...?*

Tailgate: *quiet, pleased hum*

Prowl: *slight little smile as he puts the arm around her and gives her a gentle hug. Catches his breath at how different hugging a lady feels from hugging a sparklet or another mech* *softly* Are you comfortable?

Tailgate: *quietly, as the opening score starts to play* Very. Thank you.

Prowl: *sighs and turns his attention to the movie teasers, a slight, happy smile brightening his face as he feels a small hand slip into his and squeeze it*

Tailgate: *won't pay much attention to the movie, as she'll spend her time being distracted by the comfort and peace being snuggled against Prowl brings her, and the fascinating way his fingers flex as she plays with them gently*

((Written with random_xtras))