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“Happy Anniversary!”
“What.”
“Your anniversary? With Cerebros! I’ll be there around 7 to pick you up for dinner.”
The phone hung up before Prowl could stammer out any pending questions; a tactical move on Max’s part. Prowl stared at his phone blankly. Anniversary. With Cerebros? Today?
As far as Prowl remembered, they never really established anything. They were dating, sure, they both knew that. It took people telling them that they were dating. And an awkward kiss. And another one. A few more. And sure enough, okay, they were dating.
But the original mystery remained. How did Max know what their anniversary date was? Neither would’ve really cared, Prowl avoided telling people his birthday and Cerebros didn’t care either way. The surgeon would go with Max for his birthday, presumably a small celebration, maybe watch a movie and pass out.
Begrudgingly, Prowl shot a text to his boyfriend’s...best friend? He never really figured that out, but he honestly didn’t care, their relationship wasn’t his business. ‘Fine. Where. Attire.’
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‘Comfortable’ was not an attire group as far as Prowl was concerned. But he still dressed ‘comfortably’, opting for a plain black shirt and a big black jacket, plain jeans and black loafers. Maybe a bit drab, but the dress code wasn’t exactly ‘party.’
His phone went off with a familiar buzz, Prowl picking up off the bathroom sink counter. Greeted with a text saying to ‘come down’ from one Max meant it was just about anniversary time.
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“...Who is this. Max. Who is this?” Prowl pointed at the person, who he was only 45% certain was Cerebros. It wasn’t a high enough percentage to guarantee that. After all, he was wearing actual makeup done nicely, his hair DIDN’T look like a shag carpet that was carefully and methodically destroyed with a fine tooth comb, and he was dressed in what looked to be...a little black dress and skinny jeans with boots to complete the look. No face mask, no goggles.
Max only laughed in response. “Who else would it be?”
Prowl blinked. He looked down again. Alright. Guess it was Cerebros after all.
His boyfriend stared up at him with an equally blank expression. “Hey.”
“Hi.” He looked nice. “You look nice.” It was a thing you said on dates right? Prowl had never really done a ‘date’ before, and anything of theirs that could be considered a date was usually Prowl tricking Cerebros into going out for dinner and just calling it a date. Did taking care of the other on a sick day count as a date? Cerebros who seldom got sick, and Prowl who got so sick he saved his vacation days for whenever he did get sick. At least it was right before winter so he didn’t miss out on anything fun.
“You look...comfortable.” Cerebros smiled, despite the comment, in a very genuine fashion. Whether or not he would admit to it, Prowl did the same.
“Alright, I got you two a cab, the food’s already been paid for so order whatever you want.” Max placed a gentle hand on both of their backs, ushering them into the cab, and waving them off as it took off.
Prowl looked over at Cerebros. He really did think he looked nice. Appearances never really struck Prowl, and he wasn’t ever expecting to be breathless just on appearance alone. And...he wasn’t. But that was what he liked about him. About them. There were no expectations--for once in his life--about this.
“...Happy Anniversary.”
“Happy Anniversary.”