Don't Stand So Close to Me. 4/?
Don't Stand So Close to Me 4/?
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"He's perfect." Jazz murmured, his voice laced with awe. Sunstreaker shot his friend a disbelieving look, groaning when he caught the wide optics and huge grin. He knew Jazz had a thing for Professor Prowl ever since he'd moved in next door to the mech, but this was borderline obsession.
"Come on Jazz, he isn't that great." Sunstreaker replied, waving at his brother who was on the other end of the hall. Tactics had just let out, but Sunny was quite sure that Jazz would be going on and on about their professor well into the next cycle. Said mech had completely ignored Sunstreaker's comment, turning towards the classroom and standing on the tips of his pedes to hopefully catch a glimpse of the Praxian. Sideswipe jogged up to the pair, watching Jazz's antics with an amused look on his face. He shuttered one optic in a wink at his brother before clearing his voice.
"Oh, hello Professor Prowl."
Jazz spun so fast that any other bot would have landed right on their aft. Jazz simply wobbled a bit before realizing that Sides had played him. The visored mech wailed on Sideswipe's arm, not stopping as the red twin screamed "Abuse! Help me!". Sunstreaker shook his head and started off towards the cafeteria. The two sparklings had stopped their mock fight and began to follow, Jazz bombarding Sideswipe with every little detail that had happened in Tactics. Sides was more patient with the black and white, nodding when appropriate and throwing in his own opinion every now and then.
"And when he's being serious, he holds his doorwings really straight and high on his back."
"Is he ever not serious?"
"You know everyone says he doesn't have a sense of humor but I think he does. He burned Sunny and then almost laughed."
"Yea, I know how he feels. Sunny's face makes me want to laugh too."
Sunstreaker shot a glare over his shoulder at his twin who spared him a grin before Jazz had spouted off another random Prowl fact. Primus, how did Blaster talk him into taking this class? He could already tell it was going to be a very long semester.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"He's perfect." Jazz murmured, his voice laced with awe. Sunstreaker shot his friend a disbelieving look, groaning when he caught the wide optics and huge grin. He knew Jazz had a thing for Professor Prowl ever since he'd moved in next door to the mech, but this was borderline obsession.
"Come on Jazz, he isn't that great." Sunstreaker replied, waving at his brother who was on the other end of the hall. Tactics had just let out, but Sunny was quite sure that Jazz would be going on and on about their professor well into the next cycle. Said mech had completely ignored Sunstreaker's comment, turning towards the classroom and standing on the tips of his pedes to hopefully catch a glimpse of the Praxian. Sideswipe jogged up to the pair, watching Jazz's antics with an amused look on his face. He shuttered one optic in a wink at his brother before clearing his voice.
"Oh, hello Professor Prowl."
Jazz spun so fast that any other bot would have landed right on their aft. Jazz simply wobbled a bit before realizing that Sides had played him. The visored mech wailed on Sideswipe's arm, not stopping as the red twin screamed "Abuse! Help me!". Sunstreaker shook his head and started off towards the cafeteria. The two sparklings had stopped their mock fight and began to follow, Jazz bombarding Sideswipe with every little detail that had happened in Tactics. Sides was more patient with the black and white, nodding when appropriate and throwing in his own opinion every now and then.
"And when he's being serious, he holds his doorwings really straight and high on his back."
"Is he ever not serious?"
"You know everyone says he doesn't have a sense of humor but I think he does. He burned Sunny and then almost laughed."
"Yea, I know how he feels. Sunny's face makes me want to laugh too."
Sunstreaker shot a glare over his shoulder at his twin who spared him a grin before Jazz had spouted off another random Prowl fact. Primus, how did Blaster talk him into taking this class? He could already tell it was going to be a very long semester.