Prowl

Howlback sends a quick comm to Airachnid and Grimlock, then nods.

Howlback sends word to her sister--Ravage, Soundwave and Megatron are cocooning with their new daughter, but that house is full of people who will be happy to bring over some mice.

".... I know... I know I shouldn't want the... the mice." Prowl murmurs. "But... I can't stop thinking about them." He lets his optics shutter, and his field eases still more.

Howlback sends a quick comm to Airachnid and Grimlock, then nods.

He simmers, quietly. Tension coils in his struts.

Prowl glares at her, doors hackled up and plating flared in the approximation of a bristle.

Howlback's first inclination is to uncuff him, but he's been calm since they got out of Autobot space and the pull of whatever it is those afthelms call "Primus" should be faint or nonexistent.

He simmers, quietly. Tension coils in his struts.

Prowl glares at her, doors hackled up and plating flared in the approximation of a bristle.

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

Howlback is in there, because Prowl and she and Grimlock all have rooms of their own that share washracks, even if there's usually at least two of them on the recharge slab once they decide to sleep.

Prowl catches her, because that at least is reflexive, requiring no thought and only motion.

Howlback comes to and looks up at him. "Oh thank Primus you're real. I could so not deal with being your carrier-analogue even if I didn't have all of the others. Ravi took care of you and Viridian helped--I'm so sorry, but I can't be your mother..."

"I... understand." Prowl responds, even flatter somehow, and locks down his doors before they can give away just how much he Does Not Want. He owes it to Viridian, to explain.

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

Howlback is in there, because Prowl and she and Grimlock all have rooms of their own that share washracks, even if there's usually at least two of them on the recharge slab once they decide to sleep.

Prowl catches her, because that at least is reflexive, requiring no thought and only motion.

Howlback comes to and looks up at him. "Oh thank Primus you're real. I could so not deal with being your carrier-analogue even if I didn't have all of the others. Ravi took care of you and Viridian helped--I'm so sorry, but I can't be your mother..."

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

Howlback is in there, because Prowl and she and Grimlock all have rooms of their own that share washracks, even if there's usually at least two of them on the recharge slab once they decide to sleep.

Prowl catches her, because that at least is reflexive, requiring no thought and only motion.

Starter Call!

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Ravage lets her optics shutter a bit as the little one feeds. She doesn't have Soundwave's deep parental instincts, but she enjoys the warmth of her daughter and ... her daughter's friend, whether or not this is Howlback's Prowl, in her lap. And the happiness of a hungry bitlet taking fuel, and of Viridian as she sips from the cup Soundwave gave to her. And last but not least, Soundwave's loving, approving presence as he watches the little ones.

Soundwave sighs, and Ravage knows she is not going to like the answer.

Prowl cheeps, softly, and bitty doors relax finally all the way, tiny engine purring as he settles into more of a sprawl and releases Ravage's line.

Ravage lets her optics shutter a bit as the little one feeds. She doesn't have Soundwave's deep parental instincts, but she enjoys the warmth of her daughter and ... her daughter's friend, whether or not this is Howlback's Prowl, in her lap. And the happiness of a hungry bitlet taking fuel, and of Viridian as she sips from the cup Soundwave gave to her. And last but not least, Soundwave's loving, approving presence as he watches the little ones.