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A beep sounded from outside and Jazz shot up in his berth the numbers of Prowl’s comm already running through his mind and he quickly saved it again to his contacts, a large smile plastered across his faceplates.
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Comm; 1061:
[image depiction: a blue visored mech with a large modification slab of spiked metal sticking up across his forehelm in a Mohawk-like fashion.]
Text: are we ready to rock and roll?
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Comm; 1061:
[image depiction: a blue visored mech with a modification ball of metal around his helm]
Text: how much are we betting this comes off after an hour of bumping into comm poles in the street?
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Comm; 1061
[Image depiction: a blue visored mech holds a thumbs up in the direction of long strands of modification metal dangling from his helm in bunches]
Text: getting seriously bored
Text: wanna meet up?
Comm; 028
Text: Alright
Text: How about the library steps in twenty minutes?
Jazz looked up to his modification in the mirror and cringed slightly.
Comm; 1061
Text: how about tomorrow actually?
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Jazz looked up from where he was waiting on the library steps, a small smile on his face as a familiar black and white frame came into view.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Jazz decided that enough was enough.
“I’m supposed to be in summer school” Jazz started “bu-t Ah’ve only gone like, twice.”
Prowl stayed silent, whether or not it was because he wanted Jazz to continue or just didn't have anything to say Jazz didn’t know. So he continued.
“Ah want to go to music school.” Prowl looked to the side to meet his eyes “but my parents are obsessed with putting me in foundation academic cyber-maths, like that’s what my whole life is going based on.” He giggled slightly at the thought of it.
Prowl still hadn’t said anything and Jazz was beginning to grow restless, an uncomfortably tight feeling curled his tank.
“You’re in foundation cyber-maths, ain’t ya?”
Prowl looked to the side “No—“
Jazz let out a sigh of relief.
“— I’m in higher maths.”
Jazz cringed.
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“So…” Jazz started, his curiosity to get to know the mech overpowering his miniscule urge to stick to societal small talk “what’s the craziest thing you’ve done so far.”
“Crazy like…?”
Jazz turned around “I tried to hop a freight train once.”
Prowls optical ridges shot up slightly before schooling to a neutral expression while he hummed questioningly “how did that turn out?”
“I got way more respect for hobos now.” (And it was true- he did)
“Ah did however, ride ma alt through academy.” Jazz wiggled his optical ridges slightly as Prowl frowned with a look of utter disbelief.
“That is… against multiple laws, I hope you know.” But Jazz wasn’t listening as he rounded a corner of a shelf full of tablets.
He groaned “Gahh! We’re above all that Prowl! We’d get out of jail in less than a day and we wouldn’t even have ta do anything.”
“Well the enforcers would have trouble catching you when you know all of the tiny roads so well.”
Jazz smiled as Prowl rounded the corner, that ever present frown on his faceplates like it was moulded there “this is what I’m talking about, come on, you must have done at least one cool thing.”
Prowl seemed to ponder for a moment before a cool expression soothed some of the frown on his face.
“Alright, I’ll show you.”
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“Can you stop swerving all over the road? You’re going to hit somebody.” Jazz paused for a minute at Prowl’s voice over his internal comms and he grinned. Already close enough that they were talking while driving.
Jazz let his wheels swerve again, making a point to swerve away from the other cars on the road “No I ain’t, besides if ah do they’ll be fine tomorrow."
Jazz heard as Prowl grumbled “That’s not reassuring in the least.”
Jazz swerved some more.
“Jazz!” Jazz was momentarily surprised at the small outburst from the mech behind him “I really don’t want to get pulled over, it would go against my track record.”
“No it wouldn't." Jazz frowned.
Prowl huffed “The track record in my mind!”
Jazz couldn't help the snort that escaped through the comms “you have a track record for yourself?”
“Of course” Prowl replied, self assured in his words “doesn’t everybody?”
Jazz let the silence hang for a moment before muttering out a small “no?”
He felt Prowl go silent behind him and Jazz worried that he’d said the wrong thing, his internal radio flicking slightly before he spoke up again.
“You know I wish that today happened on a different day, don’t you?”
Prowl hummed in a questioning reply.
Jazz let his wheels be his frames distraction as his processor worked through his words.
“My sire takes me down for a ‘talk’ every single day about what ah want to do with ma life and whether or not music school is a good ideah or not.” Jazz grumbled something Prowl couldn't pick up though the comm link and he waited in silence until Jazz decided to speak again.
“Besides who knows what they want ta be when they’re ah deca and seven vorns.” Jazz scoffed
“I do”
“Really?”
Prowl hummed in confirmation “Police Enforcer. Specifically stationed in the streets of Praxus.”
Jazz felt a laugh of disbelief bubble out of him, just where did he find this guy. This beautiful, hardworking mech that wanted to go along the course of one of Iacon's hardest school courses.
“What?” Prowl’s voice had changed slightly. It no longer held the monotone disinterest he had so beautifully mastered.
“No, no, ah didn’t mean-“ Jazz felt static overlay his voice and he cleared his voice box “that’s cool, just sounds like a big call is all.”
He could almost hear the way that Prowl shrugged slightly over comms “I have twenty-twenty vision, stamina and a good work ethic…so-“ he trailed off but Jazz smiled.
They stayed in silence for a minute before Jazz turned through his radio stations, landing on one as background noise before Prowl told him to pull off the highway.
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The dirt road wasn’t really the best place for Jazz’ alt mode and he felt his tires groan underneath his weight as his plating got splattered by the off track mud. Bits and bolts flew out beneath him and he stifled a grimace at all of the dents he might have to buff out later.
He gasped as Prowl came to a sudden stop, transforming suddenly and taking off through crystal trees.
Jazz looked on in disbelief for a moment before transforming back into his root mode and following after him.
“Come on— you’re gonna make us late.”
Jazz scoffed slightly, a small smile quirking the side of his faceplates at the way Prowl could make a monotone voice sound irritated.
Jazz followed after him a bit quicker after that, almost slamming into the back of him as Prowl came to another abrupt stop just in front of a large lake.
His wings twitched sprattically at the closeness of Jazz to them and he quickly stepped to the side, an apologetic look on his face when one of them hit Jazz on the side of the helm.
Jazz waved him off, the smile on his face spreading when Prowl sat on the ground, followed by Jazz.
They sat there for a minute, watching the gentle ripples of the water when Jazz turned to Prowl, a questioning look between his optics “what is—“
Prowl shushed him quite abruptly.
Jazz looked back quickly and Prowl frowned at his own sharpness. His optics searched the skies before landing on— there!
Prowl gently pointed a digit towards the direction he was looking in and saw as Jazz’ optics focused on the cyber-hawk.
They watched as it swooped down into the lake and flew back out with a fish caught between its claws.
Jazz let out a small gasp, it turned into a chuckle and he looked across towards Prowl, amazement written over his face like a picture book.
“How did you find that?” He asked in a small hushed tone.
Prowl swallowed and his digits came to pick at each other in his lap “I was on a walk— picking up rubbish that mechs left out here, did you know that mechs can actually go to jail if they're caught littering?”
Jazz shook his head silently as Prowl scoffed “three joors, that’s what they're sentenced to, but nobody actually does it because littering is so common.”
“I just have all of this…” he swallowed and his right doorwing twitched “all this time. I guess I just wanted to try and fix something.”
“You probably think that it’s silly.”
Jazz looked up as Prowl looked to the side “no—“ he mumbled, and in the sounds of the woods, it sounded ever so loud “no I don’t think that at all.”