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“So, what, the war’s over and everybody can get on with their lives but the Decepticons? That’s shit and you know it Prowl!” Cosmos stamped his pede, and glared at the screen in front of them.
“The station is obviously a security risk, I would expect you to understand that Cosmos.”
“Frag you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said FRAG YOU. You’ve never been here, you don’t know anything that happens here, and you certainly don’t know Soundwave!”
Prowl’s optics narrowed, “Oh, and you do?”
“Yeah, and he sure as hell doesn’t need to redeem himself to you! And I’m not your damn spy anymore so you can stop treating me like one and go frag yourself.” Cosmos mashed the button to end the call, and growled at the black screen. “Asshole.”
“Little autobot?”
Cosmos turned, and saw Soundwave in the doorway, “Oh, hey, Soundwave, sorry about that.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” Cosmos ex-vented, “I will be.”
Soundwave walked over and hugged him. “I don’t need to redeem myself, hm?”
“No, you don’t. The war’s over, you’re trying to do something good here, and I know that. I believe in you, even Prowl doesn’t.”
“Thank you, Cosmos,” Soundwave said quietly as he nuzzled the top of his partner’s helm.
“Hey, I’m tired, want to watch Netflix and chill?”
“...what is that?”
Cosmos laughed, “It’s something Rumble and Frenzy said to me earlier. Apparently, it’s human slang for watching vids and relaxing. I know they were being brats, but it does actually sound nice right now.”
“Yes. It does.”