[ Marco almost withers at that look. It isn't for the look itself, though; he'd seen it often enough, mostly when he was about to get in trouble and someone was trying to figure out what to do with him. That look was something he knew how to deal with. What throws him off is he fact that it's coming from a robot, something he didn't think should have been capable of actually emoting. This isn't just a box of bolts; somewhere past the glowing eyes was something equivalent to what he'd call a soul.
As his feet hit the ground, he immediately reaches up to straight out his shirt. He didn't understand what Prowl meant by 'spark' until now. ]
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As his feet hit the ground, he immediately reaches up to straight out his shirt. He didn't understand what Prowl meant by 'spark' until now. ]
Better for who, big guy? Me or you?