Seeing Megatron and his Decepticons making their rampage, a constant reminder that his job will never be easy, as is it now his everyday life.
Optimus are more often than not, only doing what he thought was right. Protecting lives and put himself in the crossfire.
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"Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, but I doubt it. But I'm no doctor."
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Well then, he will be deprived from seeing his cat pet.
Or visit his body. Both works.
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Did he have no manners? Wait, that's something Prowl also fails at.
"If I was some brute, you would get blast off with that kind of introduction. What's your business?"
He look at the lower robot, with his now-iconic hollowed left optic, with his usual frown.
His actions might most of the time, only are calculations and numbers.
But sometimes, he could see what's beyond those. That's what the experience he learned when combined with Prime and the others, though he do not admit it.
"I'm not asking much from you. But...
This is the only time I will ask you, please show some restraints before action, would you?"
"I make no promises whatsoever.
We all know what I'm like."
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"Whirl, you still owed a lot of law sentences.
Don't try to make more nuisances than you already did."
That feeling, that dreadful, but familiar feeling, has been haunted Prowl for weeks. Although reports that person has died, but there's an unshakable feeling that he's alive.
Maybe it's just paranoia, he hope so...
Prowl is not amused.
"Your face tells otherwise, maybe consider getting yourself a mirror."











