Swiftstrike stretched the lines of her neck with a small wince. She had been stooping in the same position for hours on end, and yet the model building she was working on was far from finished. Even worse, the deadline was the day after tomorrow and the last thing she wanted was to miss it. At times like these, the job of an architect was very, very bothersome.
She was about to start working again, when she felt a small hand patting her thigh. Surprised, Swifstrike turned around to see that it was Prowl, and the sparkling was doing his best to stifle a series of giggles ready to flow out of his lip components.
"What is it, Prowl? You know I don't like to be interrupted from my work," she said patiently.
"Father's funny again," Prowl explained, giggling.
Oh, dear… Swiftstrike sighed, for she knew what Prowl meant when Jetcloud was 'funny'. She stood up in a weary manner and took Prowl by the hand.
"Come on. Let's have a look at your father."
Sure enough, she found Jetcloud in Prowl's room, but her bondmate hardly acknowledged her. The mech was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his left optic twitching on its own accord.
Swiftstrike faced her sparkling, resting a hand on her hip. "How many questions did you ask him this time?"
Prowl grinned broadly. "500."
A new record, she thought wryly before walking up to Jetcloud to fix his computer crash.
"You know, Prowl," she said, a hint of a tease in her voice. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are doing it on purpose."
Prowl only grinned even more broadly, fluttering his door panels in an innocent manner.
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A/n: Mischievous Prowl is mischievous. ;)