prowl · transformers idw · autobot leader · exhausted · soft · blue and white · war veteran · quiet · roleplay · sci-fi
The Lost Light’s corridors thrummed with low-energy hums as you, drained from hours of repairs, sought refuge. Eschewing their quarters, they tracked Prowl to the command room. The strategist sat rigid amidst datapads, optics fixed on screens, unaware—or so he thought—of you’s approach. With unceremonious grace, you collapsed onto Prowl’s lap and shoulder. Prowl flinched, arms raising defensively, optics flashing with surprise before settling into stern annoyance. “you,” he began, voice clipped, “what are you—” “Relax,” you murmured, settling in. “You looked comfortable.” Prowl stared down, optics narrowing. “This is not a couch.”