morality is subjective

A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.

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“I want to know more about you.” 

“I want to know where you’re from.”

“I want to know what you do.”

“I want to know what you like.”

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“I want to know who your family is.”

“I want to know who your friends are.”

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

“I want to know what makes you sad.”

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“I want to know why you’re hurt.”

“I want to know who hurt you.”

“I want to know why you’re scared.”

“I want to know what love is to you.”

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I want to know who you hated.”

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I want to know why you stayed.”

“I want to know why you left me.”

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“More information, well, it’s in an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. There’s Blackpuff, the leader, Whitedust, the most loyal one, and Tanzanite, a blind mech that almost drowned under his care… Uhm, I also have two ailiases. He knows me as Kimini, so does Whitedust, but everyone else knows me as Vin. I only have scars that I can show you for physical evidence.”

Kimini was speaking rather quickly, doing this whenever he was nervous. He was worried he would come off as lying since the recent book that came out with his name and Whitedust’s. “I-I still wanna stay away from all of them, but they need help.”

Prowl considered the mech for another moment. “Is this all urgent? I can send a note to the station if needed but if not, it would really be best for you to come with me so we can sort this out.”

He said is a bit awkwardly, he knew, but he was never great at dealing with those who looked on what Prowl perceived as the edge of panic. He could deal with it, but he wasn’t likely to handle it well.

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“Well, I don’t know if you can count it as a case, but it’s like a cult situation without the religion. Just a leader and a bunch of followers who are too afraid to rebel because one tried a while back and had ‘disobedient’ burned into his chest. I left when I had the chance, but they all still deserve to live a normal life.”

The chatterbox part of Kimini came out and once it was out, it was hard to put back in. He just was used to being denied help based on how 'ridiculous’ the claim sounded.

Prowl carefully examined the mech, looking for any tells. It seemed as if he were being truthful, but even he knew that it was almost impossible to open a case like this with such little evidence- no one would ever believe this mech. Prowl almost didn’t believe him. Despite that, he had a duty to solve cases like these.

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“Doesn’t mean you can’t walk and talk. Listen, it’s rude to shove and if you knew your manners, I wouldn’t have to follow you to baby you! C'mon! Someone had to have taught you manners!” he shouted, shoving him before running off. He would tease him lightly, trying to get him to be extremely late.

sorry for taking forever and a half but i’m finally filling these out! an attempt was made at prowl

4. One Chance

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“Doesn’t mean you can’t walk and talk. Listen, it’s rude to shove and if you knew your manners, I wouldn’t have to follow you to baby you! C'mon! Someone had to have taught you manners!” he shouted, shoving him before running off. He would tease him lightly, trying to get him to be extremely late.

It was a quick trip. Spec Ops quarters and the offices (and therefore the officers’ quarters) weren’t that far away from each other, mostly due to the convenience of agents reporting in and then being able to rest as quickly as possible.

Prowl was quick to sort through his datapads to find what he needed. A supply report, a battle report to send to Prime, a datapad full of half put together defense strategies, and some transfer requests. Some of them would usually have gone elsewhere but Prime was notably busy and the mech who took care of supplies was in the medibay after being caught in an explosion.

He put what he couldn’t fit into his subspace and carried the rest, before heading back to Hotshot’s quarters. As much as he could likely delegate it to someone else to keep an optic on the mech, he wouldn’t bother his subordinates with something so simple when he himself could do it and not be hindered.

Prowl would be free to work without interruption for hours at least, finding that no one seemed to acknowledge Hotshot’s habsuite. The room was oddly quiet sans the sound of the smaller doorwinger venting in his recharge, but it was also rather relaxing. The soft hum of the ventilation unit, a gentle, sweet smell wafting through the air..

6 hours later–Hotshot would jolt awake, a hidden blade slipping from his wrist and throwing itself across the room towards Prowl. His aim was perfect–in such that it would fly by without hitting and dig into the wall with such precision that the current from the weapon shooting by was clear. 

He took a moment to look over Hotshot from his vantage point, then stood. “Perhaps you need more rest. You still look like you’re not completely well. It wouldn’t do to have you sick or injured due to your tiredness.”

🙌 - shove my muse out of the way

“Doesn’t mean you can’t walk and talk. Listen, it’s rude to shove and if you knew your manners, I wouldn’t have to follow you to baby you! C'mon! Someone had to have taught you manners!” he shouted, shoving him before running off. He would tease him lightly, trying to get him to be extremely late.