Nexus. Blue's bar. Still LOL hunting.
The spiky little red orange femme stared at the two beings sitting across the table from her incredulously. "Ye outta yer ever lovin' minds? What kinda sludge processored glitch is after wantin' t' find t'at slaggin' couch?"
Prowl blinked, but thought he understood the gist of what she'd just said. "I am."
"Gittin' yer processor fixed'd be a @$#%$#% sight safer, me son." She snorted.
"But getting my processor fixed will not restore my spark-mate to the form that she finds more comfortable," he responded evenly.
"Yer...." Her yellow optics flicked to Koko. "Oh, yer #$%#$@$@ me, b'y."
"I assure you, I am not." A trace of coldness found its way into his voice.
Hormah stared at the human woman for a moment longer. "T'ere's ut'er Transformer/squishy pairs as runs 'round t' Nexus. Whaddya wanna be changin' fer?"
"Because I've been Cybertronian, and being in this form is starting to strain our bond."
"'At...." Hormah pointed to her severely. "Is a #$%$#@$#@ TMI, b'y. I wasn' after wantin' t' know t'at. 'N I's deletin' it."
"I... apologize." Koko blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly.
The little femme sat back and stared at both of them, absently turning the cube of energon they'd bought for her around in her hands as she consulted and considered.
Then she leveled a thunderous scowl at them. "Ye realizes yer after dealin' wit' a Decepticon?"
Koko blinked, searching the femme for insignia, but finding only a small sticker portraying a Ninja Turtle's face on one of her elbows.
"You don't wear a badge?" asked Prowl, his voice still even.
"No, b'y. Because 'at ain't all I's after bein'." She shrugged. "Should make ye live wit' t' slag from yer doin's."
"It is of no concern to you," agreed Prowl gravely.
"Lucky fer ye Autobutts I's a suck." She snorted. "But if I's ever after hearin' ye screwed up yer gonna be $%@#$$@%$# outta luck, ye understands?"
"Ah... yes?" Prowl's processor whirred as it tried to decipher her words.
"We will be careful," promised Koko, for whom the dialect presented no problems. She had no idea what she was promising to be careful with, but she could feel her pulse quickening slightly with hope.
Hormah snorted again and PINpointed away, only to return several minutes later and shove a glass pop bottle of what looked like cloudy gas toward the human woman. "Don't go gittin' it on anybody else."
Koko stared at it, then took it slowly. "This is gas from the couch?"
"Naw, b'y, tis a rank fart fr'm me brut'er." The little femme smirked at her. "What t' t'underin' #%#$@#% ye thinks it is, dumbaft?"
The human woman let out a deep breath, then bowed respectfully in the Japanese manner. "You have my thanks."
"Don't be t'ankin' me till ye knows t' #$%#$#@ is after workin'." Hormah took a deep pull at her energon, then tapped it. "Kin I git a few more 'o t'ese?"
"I... think that could be arranged." Prowl blinked at her price, then lifted his hand for the waitress.
Prowl blinked, but thought he understood the gist of what she'd just said. "I am."
"Gittin' yer processor fixed'd be a @$#%$#% sight safer, me son." She snorted.
"But getting my processor fixed will not restore my spark-mate to the form that she finds more comfortable," he responded evenly.
"Yer...." Her yellow optics flicked to Koko. "Oh, yer #$%#$@$@ me, b'y."
"I assure you, I am not." A trace of coldness found its way into his voice.
Hormah stared at the human woman for a moment longer. "T'ere's ut'er Transformer/squishy pairs as runs 'round t' Nexus. Whaddya wanna be changin' fer?"
"Because I've been Cybertronian, and being in this form is starting to strain our bond."
"'At...." Hormah pointed to her severely. "Is a #$%$#@$#@ TMI, b'y. I wasn' after wantin' t' know t'at. 'N I's deletin' it."
"I... apologize." Koko blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly.
The little femme sat back and stared at both of them, absently turning the cube of energon they'd bought for her around in her hands as she consulted and considered.
Then she leveled a thunderous scowl at them. "Ye realizes yer after dealin' wit' a Decepticon?"
Koko blinked, searching the femme for insignia, but finding only a small sticker portraying a Ninja Turtle's face on one of her elbows.
"You don't wear a badge?" asked Prowl, his voice still even.
"No, b'y. Because 'at ain't all I's after bein'." She shrugged. "Should make ye live wit' t' slag from yer doin's."
"It is of no concern to you," agreed Prowl gravely.
"Lucky fer ye Autobutts I's a suck." She snorted. "But if I's ever after hearin' ye screwed up yer gonna be $%@#$$@%$# outta luck, ye understands?"
"Ah... yes?" Prowl's processor whirred as it tried to decipher her words.
"We will be careful," promised Koko, for whom the dialect presented no problems. She had no idea what she was promising to be careful with, but she could feel her pulse quickening slightly with hope.
Hormah snorted again and PINpointed away, only to return several minutes later and shove a glass pop bottle of what looked like cloudy gas toward the human woman. "Don't go gittin' it on anybody else."
Koko stared at it, then took it slowly. "This is gas from the couch?"
"Naw, b'y, tis a rank fart fr'm me brut'er." The little femme smirked at her. "What t' t'underin' #%#$@#% ye thinks it is, dumbaft?"
The human woman let out a deep breath, then bowed respectfully in the Japanese manner. "You have my thanks."
"Don't be t'ankin' me till ye knows t' #$%#$#@ is after workin'." Hormah took a deep pull at her energon, then tapped it. "Kin I git a few more 'o t'ese?"
"I... think that could be arranged." Prowl blinked at her price, then lifted his hand for the waitress.