[Video][Locked to Arcee]

[kungfugeek]

 [You can do this, PJ, you can do this. It was a question! Surely he could ask a question.

After taking a proverbial swallow of his fears, he clicked the feed on.


The only recipient? Arcee.]

Hey, Arcee was it?

[He's having a bit of time adjusting to that name. After all, it was the same one that he had bad relations with in the past. Before her time.]

Are you free this weekend?

[Oh my god PJ are you seriously doing this. Are you asking her out?]

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[fugitrix]

[ A locked post and it's not Prowl? It takes her a moment to remember his name. ]

Joe... Right?

[ Weird name. She tilts her head. ]

You want me to do something?

[kungfugeek]

[She remembered. He tries to contain that excitement in his circuitry. If robots could blush, he'd probably be a tomato right now.]

Y-Yeah! Power Joe, but Joe works!

[Heck, you could call him Big Steve and he'd go with it.]

Actually, I was wondering if you'd want to hang out this weekend.

Like a...date.

[fugitrix]

You...

[ Consider her a bit dumbstruck. She wasn't stupid, even if she had trouble figuring out what was appropriate for most situations.

Joe, you're not even cybertronian. ]

Uh, well... Okay?

[kungfugeek]

[And, in return, Power Joe is a bit dumbstruck as well. He...wasn't really expecting her to say 'yes' that quickly.

Not that he's complaining. Within seconds he's smiling from 'ear' to 'ear'.]

Really? You will?

[He disappears off the feed for a second, as if he had to run to turn the stove off or something. There's some kind of 'WHOOHOO' victory fist pump before he comes back, still smiling but completely composed.]

We can do whatever you want! Maybe go golfing!

[Golfing's lame, PJ.]

O-Or a drive!

[fugitrix]

[ Arcee is confused; she's not entirely sure what she agreed to. Was this Earth mech... interested in her? She wasn't entirely sure. At the very least, the AI seemed to want to be friendly with her. ]

Go..lf...fing?

[ The word feels weird; it doesn't roll off her tongue and she struggles with the pronunciation. ]

We could drive. What do you turn into?

[kungfugeek]

[You could definitely assume that, Arcee. And since Ironhide said he was pretty much one of them, why not go all the way?]

Yeah! Golfing's a human sport of some kind. Basically hit-the-ball-in-the-hole. I bet you're a natural.

[BUT DRIVING WORKS TOO oh man he's so stoked.]

Me? A power shovel.

[fugitrix]

[ ...She'll give it a go. What is the worst that can happen? ]

What exactly is the point?

[ Sounds lame. Not enough punching. ]

Slow. Are you sure you can keep up?

[kungfugeek]

[PJ ends up in the medbay again, worst case scenario.]

I think the less hits it takes to get in the hole, the better you are. Or something.

Human games are fun, but complicated. [Seriously, just hit-the-ball-in-the-hole is fine.]

Ahahaha! Don't worry, I'm faster than I look!

[fugitrix]

[ Just don't do anything stupid, since she'll have a personal debate before helping. ]

Any hole?

[ She could get a hole in one through an empty spark chamber! ]

Alright. Don't disappoint me.