@red-in-revolt cont’d
Ah-! Redstrike was teasing him? His glyphs suggest as such. Prowl’s overjoyed he’s managed the conversation this long without utterly ruining it. He can hope that his streak lasts through the art exhibit and their meal. Logic tells him at this time, he as a One-third chance of success. Which is far improved from his more miniscule ten percent change of success when he had sent the gift to Redstrike to begin with. :: Considering my occupation. I would hope I would be. Regardless of appreciation, I thought that at least the fact this artist has refused all over public displays might intrigue you. A-:: Prowl mulls over the proper word. :: A historical event, art wise. Even if you find his art itself... less grand then expected.:: He settles for it, glpyhs noting a dry sort of amusement and maybe the suggest of a dark humor. He folds his digits together. Doorwings bobbing slightly. Distracting himself briefly from work. He’s ahead of his cases and all of his datawork is otherwise completed. Barring any emergencies... he might- Well maybe he’d leave early? :: Your discussion has done more than rub off on me. I might have added a bit of color to my office space since our last discussion.:: Glancing to the wall that he looks at most often. The one directly across that holds his door. It had been silver-grey and unadorned this entire time. Now there is a small painting dead center of a spiraling helix pattern in red and gold with Black glpyhs that are partially obscured behind it. It is meant to show beauty and harmony in matrix formations. But the glpyhs behind with its swooping lines that spell ‘calm’ stand out in the somewhat chaotic nature that the strokes of a traditional brush create. :: Nothing overtly sized. But... I find that having it does improve my productivity and adds...personality to my office space. My superior actually asked if I was unwell when he spotted it. Then my clade sibling came to see if it was actually present since my superior notified my unit that I had installed art in my office. He was rather proud of me. Though I am unsure why.:: A little snort to himself, lip curling slightly. :: Regardless. IF you wish to bring a gift I would not feel stepped upon or imposed. Simply bring yourself and anything else you desire. The space for our meal is indefinitely ours for the entire evening. We may spend as little, or as much time sitting if the rest of the art display does not tantilize you. Then we can enjoy some talk in the garden itself and I shall have found it an evening worth spending.:: Not really thinking about how that might sound. Prowl simply wanted Redstrike to know that he wanted to enjoy the gift of his presence. The art was something to do and to give a conversational plot point if need be. Or it could be the subject of needling and Prowl could watch Redstrike in his expert element explaining why the art was drivel.
A common gesture between mechs on a potentially...romantic or romance interested individual was touch. Though the other had a package in his grip, Prowl looking at it with curiosity, the other had a spare servo. One Prowl takes very carefully, doorwings dipping down briefly. He brings the smaller servo briefly near his chevron before lacing their digits together lightly. “ Perhaps a new conversation for now. The exhibit should give us plenty to discuss. And if we find it does not, we can always return to our prior train of thought.” Prowl is trying not to ask about the box. Curiosity makes his optics a little brighter. Fingers gently tightening on Redstrikes at the looks the other garners. Stepping a fraction closer with his doorwings lifting just a bit higher. The other Praxians subtly avert their gaze in polite pretend of indifference. His markers a clear warding gesture. Prowl lets his Doorwings settle back to a more neutral position before smiling up at Redstrike slightly,” I in particular, look foward to some of the supposedly interactive art exhibits. The rumor is that the touch of others changes the art. I would like to see if this particular art piece is present today. The art community has been tight lipped about what is or is not here.” Inclining his head as he offers his other servo to the mech guarding the gate. Letting him scan his ident attached to his tickets. Waving both through with a smile.











