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Longarm let out a groan as he ran his left servo over the "spines" of the Data Pads containing the "classic literature" that was written by the Autobots of the past in Iacon's local library.
"Is there anything in this location that isn't filled with Autobot drivel?" Longarm whispered to himself.
"Longarm Prime?"
Longarm looked up to find who was addressing him and was startled to see that it was Blurr, an intelligence agent of the Elite Guard.
"Agent Blurr, what a surprise! Is there anything you need to report?" Longarm greeted, trying to soften his expression.
"Not at the moment, but there is something I wish to ask of you," Blurr responded while slightly bowing to the Prime.
"And what would that be?" Longarm asked.
As far as he could remember, the racer turned intelligence agent had never wanted to speak to him outside of work hours. Blurr started to visibly sweat, seemingly freezing up in front of Longarm, which did make the Prime a bit concerned.
"Agent Blurr? Are you ill? Do I need to contact a medic?" Longarm asked again, reaching out to Blurr with his right servo.
"IWASWONDERINGIFYOUWOULDLIKETOACCOMPANYMETOARACINGEVENTONVELOCITRONBEACUSEIWOULDAPRRECIATETHECOMPANY!" Blurr shouted, speaking in what the other Guards had dubbed "Blurrspeak".
It took Longarm a moment to process as he drew his servo back, but he made himself look as though he was wondering what his response should be.
"Well, I would have to check my schedule to see if there's any important work, but…" Longarm trailed off.
Blurr began to fidget with his digits, possibly a stimming response that Longarm took note of.
He then made himself give Blurr the most seductive expression he could think of as he finished with, "I'll accept your invitation if I'm free."
Blurr suddenly rushed forward and embraced the Prime as he said, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Longarm was shocked to be touched like this. Sure, back during his Autoboot camp days Bumblebee had physically interacted with him but never got to outright hugging him. As soon as Longarm tried to return said embrace, Blurr released him while putting his index and middle digit to his left audial.
"Agent Blurr, reporting for duty!" Blurr said, now holding his right palm out in front of Longarm, who was visibly confused.
Blurr quickly nodded his helm, taking in whatever the bot on the other end of the comm line was saying.
He then removed his digits from his audial, grabbed Longarm's left servo with his right, kissed the back of it, and said, "Gotta go!"
As Blurr sped away like always, Longarm put his right servo in his left with a confused expression on his pinkened face-plate.
"What have I done?" Longarm asked himself.