@theyoungerwitwicky - [cont.]
Poor Chloe was just taking a sip of coffee when Ironhide suddenly came out with this, and now she found herself almost choking on it.
“What the- yeah, of course I have!” It was true, her mother had sat her down years ago and had a ‘talk’ with her. Granted, she didn’t understand everything about the Cybertronian version, but then again, she wasn’t sure she needed to.
“Please tell me you’re not about to have a ‘talk’ with me.”
“Oh, thank the gods,” Ironhide mutters, looking beyond relieved. Ironhide doesn’t think he could handle giving Chloe the human ‘talk’. There are still parts about that that have Ironhide squirming.
Resetting his voicebox with a sound similar to a human clearing their throat, Ironhide recomposes himself and looks down at Chloe with narrow optics. Now that that delightfulness is out of the way--
“I think it’s time you learned the Cybertronian birds and the bees.” He pauses. “The nuts and the bolts, if you will. How it all works.”
It takes way too much energy to keep a straight face while saying that. How Ironhide managed it he will never know.