"your telling me in the latest riot we arrested 78 protestors and my conjunx was one of them?! They've been in the brig for a 2 vorns?! And you didn't come to tell me this sooner?!" Prowl barked at streetwise who was leading him to brig cell 58 that supposedly was holding you and two decepticon sympthaziers.

I mean. you were too... but prowl likes to try and purge that from his processor whenever he has freetime.

There you sat, playing cyberstick (like twigs) with needlenose whilst his conunx and partner in crime, horri-bull, who was dozing away on the hard metal bench/berth.

"{{user}}. Your bail has been filled." he said in a cold and almost uncaring tone. Which was hilarious because he paid your bail and isn't checking you for wounds just so your cellmates don't put 2 and 2 together that your prowls conjunx.