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“You’re sure this will work?” Windblade asks, looking over the sheet metal in her hands.
“Oh yeah, humans do this all the time,” Bumblebee says, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Hot Rod readjusts where Soundwave, in alt mode, is sitting at their feet.
Windblade grimaces. “I really don’t know about this, Bee.”
“Hey, you said you wanted a dramatic way to let her know how you feel!”
“I don’t remember using the word ‘dramatic.’ But sure, let’s try this.” Windblade gives a helpless shrug. She’s fought Decepticons and spoken to titans — she can tell Chromia how she feels.
“Ready, Soundwave?” Hot Rod asks.
“This is stupid.”
Hot Rod pats Soundwave’s top. “Sure, buddy. Just don’t screw this up. We gotta help Windblade get the girl!”
Soundwave grumbles. “Fine. I’m ready.”
Hot Rod gives Bumblebee a thumbs up and they both skedaddle to hide behind a bench. Windblade stares doubtfully after them, then heaves a sigh. Okay. She can do this.
“Ready?” Soundwave asks.
“Just give me another second.” She shakes her hands out, draws herself to her full height, and nods.
At full volume, Soundwave starts playing an Earth love song. Windblade holds the sheet metal over her head and waits. It takes a little bit, but eventually Chromia sticks her head out her window.
“Windblade!” Her words are drowned under the music but Windblade knows what her name looks like on Chromia’s lips.
“Soundwave, turn the volume down,” Windblade shouts. When he doesn’t do that, she gives him a shove with her foot. He turns the volume down. “Hi, Chromia!”
“What in the name of Caminus are you doing?” Chromia asks.
“I… well, Chromia, I wanted to tell you something.”
“So you need Soundwave blasting music outside my apartment in the middle of the night and a sign that reads…” She squints, leans further out of her window. “What the scrud is a ‘prom’?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. Hot Rod and Bumblebee said it’s a human thing.” Windblade chucks the sheet metal to the side. “Listen, Chromia, I…” She looks down at Soundwave, who looks a lot more innocent as a boombox. “Soundwave, can you stop that?”
“Stop what?” he asks. His speakers continue to loop, ‘I love you, bitch. I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.’ Which is NOT one of the songs they agreed on beforehand. It’s not even really a song.
“You’re being distracting.”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Ugh, whatever. Chromia, listen—”
“Will you shut that noise off?!” one of Chromia’s neighbors shouts. “I’m tryna sleep here!”
Soundwave turns the volume up in protest until he’s drowning out the yelling. Windblade gives Chromia a helpless look that Chromia returns with a bemused smile of her own.
Whatever, Windblade will have to tell her a different day.