logical-tactician:
Prowl observed the strange cat’s actions with growing confusion, pale blue optics widening a little as he finally realised that she was actually writing.
Primus, this was…
This was harder to understand than Jazz’s slang back when they first met, and the tactician spent another moment trying to decipher the message.
“This is…ah, good.” He replied awkwardly, right doorwing twitching a little.
She grinned up at him, pleased. Good robot! Now please calmly let the cat ooze herself all over your pedes a little longer. She wants the affection and niceness of a robot seat.
















