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⠀ Ah. ( Not too familiar with human food but she trusts his judgement. It smells good enough to eat, anyways. Returning the smooch! ) Do you need any help here?

⠀ I’m aware. ( Tapping the side of her helm with one finger, she’s got a tiny helmache as a result but she’ll ignore it for now. Dropping her servo back down and moving to join him. ) What are you making?

⠀ ( It takes the enforcer a moment longer to break out of the fog of sleepiness looming over her, drawn out of the room and into the kitchen by the smell. ) Good morning. ( Twitch of her doorwings. )

⠀ ( Slight stirring, lack of warmth from Void’s side of the berth noticed. Optic flickering online as she sits up. )

⠀ Mm. ( Better then her not sleeping at all. It’s much more comfortable sleeping in the arms of one she knows she can trust anyways. ) Perhaps a walk in our holoforms tomorrow. Breakfast sounds pleasant.

⠀ I cannot say I have any complaints either. ( Engine settling into a faint purr, rumbling. Keep that up and she might fall asleep, optic already closing. ) Funny. I would work until I dropped dead if I could. ( Clearly sarcastic, though the words lack any real bite to them. )

⠀ Then I’ll be sure to take the time off. ( Both servos now laying across his chest, slightly possessive hold. ) Yes. Mandatory time off for you as well. You don’t get a say in the matter. ( Pressing a kiss to his cheek. )

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⠀ ( Helm tilted to one side to rest against the crook of his neck, one servo splayed across his chestplates. ) I might consider some time off. Jazz can handle things in my absence for a short period.

⠀ ( There’s a small ex-vent of amusement at the Predacon’s eagerness, earning a warm smile from the enforcer. No arguments given, to the berth it is. Laying down once they’re inside. )

⠀ ( Perfect time indeed. Single optic blinking as the rest of the pack flood out onto the porch. A good sign of them warming up to her, it seems. Offering her servo to Void. ) We shall. ( Accepted or not, she’s already on her way inside. )

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⠀ ( Prowl is more then willing to keep it up until the sudden interruption from Mocha, breaking away from the kiss to reach down to scratch the top of her head. )

⠀ ( Refusing to break the kiss for a short while, her free servo reaching down to lay atop his. Just a little bit longer. . . )

⠀ Yes. ( Permission granted, so she’s pulling him down to her height! Pressing a kiss to his dermas, servo still cupping the side of his face. One equally happy Prowl. )

⠀ Slow work day. No one causing issues for once, surprisingly. ( Servo lifting to cup the side of his faceplates, pulling him closer if he allows. )

⠀ ( The same can be said about the familiarity of his trill, no hesitation in driving along quickly, halting to shift into root mode once close enough. One optic softened, already stepping up on the porch and to him. )

⠀ ( Distant rev of her engine, in alt-mode, quickly driving over to their more or less shared residence. A stop by the office can happen later. )

eldigan nobody talk to me this is the only thing I’m gonna be talking about for weeks LOOK AT THEM

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eldigan I’M ALIVE I PROMISE 😭 a while back my appendix burst and I had it removed so I’ve been taking it easy but I’m gonna try to get around to writing here again 🫶 i missed you all

⠀ ( A subtle smile forms in response to his trill, shifting into alt-mode as well. ) Two or three days at most, I had assumed you wouldn’t mind having someone trustworthy looking after the dogs and cats in our absence.

⠀ Yes. ( Stepping towards the door and making her way out, servo briefly running across his arm as she goes. )

⠀ ( As if on cue, she’s looking over her shoulder at him. Optic softened as she does. ) I’m prepared, are you?

ㅤ ( Moving around the living room, checking on everything, last minute preparations before she and Void head for Praxus. )

eldigan accidentally burnt my hand on a hot stovetop 😭 it’s not too bad and I already cleaned & bandaged it but ofc I accidentally pull smth like this when I come off semi-hiatus

ㅤ ( She's not fully used to the contact quite yet, but slowly but surely easing into it. Regardless, laying her helm against Void's chassis, optic dimming. ) It's where I am from. Haven't been back there in a long while.

ㅤ That is fine. ( Unsurprising that he's not familiar with many places outside of Iacon but Prowl holds no judgement on that. Pressing a kiss to his temple. ) I had considered asking you to accompany me to Praxus soon, so perhaps that will be our destination.

ㅤ ( Dragging her thumb along his cheek and down the curve of his jaw, kiss accepted. ) I have already sent in a notice for time off. Perhaps, we could go out tomorrow. Suggestions?

ㅤ ( Certainly has been, leaning closer as he approaches, datapad now abandoned beside her. A faint smile on her dermas. ) Perhaps, I was. ( Still comfortable! She's been working nonstop recently, definitely overdue for a break. Reaching over to cup the side of the Predacon's faceplates. )

ㅤ ( She's been reading up on recent news articles on that datapad, optic only shifting upwards as Void enters, servo lifted from Mocha's head. Doorwings fluttering. ) Good evening.

ㅤ ( Sitting on the couch with a datapad in one servo, other currently carefully scratching the top of one of the dogs' heads. )

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ㅤ I do not. Inform me if you find anything out there. ( Focusing entirely on her computer. Systems being temporarily shut down, one by one. )

ㅤ ( Regardless of his inexperience with technology and inability to help with that, he was still a good tracker, the reason she called for him. ) Yes, however, it will take me a moment to trace the location. As well as another to turn all systems offline.

ㅤ ( Trying to cling onto her patience, but with every moment passing, there goes another file deleted. Optic darting over to him, typing furiously away at her computer. ) Someone is hacked into the system and is actively deleting crucial reports. We need to put a stop to it and find the one —

ㅤ ( Waiting by the door for him. )

ㅤ ( Alert after alert showing up in her HUD. About deleted reports. Strange. . . Already on her way to the office. ) { Void, I’m requesting you to come in to the office. Something is going on. 📲 }

⠀ ( Helm turned in Void’s direction.❓ )

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⠀ ( A sigh escapes the officer, already rising from her seat on the couch and making her way over to him. Servo reaching up to cup the side of his faceplates. ) You could have at least taken it easy. What happened to your optics. ( Leaning in closer to get a better look. She worries, that's all. )

⠀ ( To say Prowl was unhappy was a slight understatement, considering Void had gone back to work, despite her clearly telling him to rest. Sitting on the couch, facing the door. Leaning forward once he's inside. ) Void.

⠀ ( On her way to Void's place from her office, small detour taken through the shopping district. Hmm. . . )