#jivenjazz

Prowl was the kind of mech who firmly believed that love should be showed through all kinds of little things every single day, making every single moment special, instead of settling for some kind of grand gestures on just one day, but apparently humans had a specific holiday for celebrating love and affection, and as the tactician’s beautiful mate seemed to enjoy various aspects of Earth culture.

And so the Praxian came to a conclusion that he might as well try to be more open minded for once if there was even a slight chance that it will make his Jazz happy.

The moment he decided to do something about it, Prowl started extensive planning. First, he casually put the spy on a monitor duty to keep him from invading their quarters and ruining the surprise - and the the real preparations started.

The tactician might not have been very...romantic and certainly wasn’t well-versed in that kind of things, but after an extensive research and a lot of careful calculations he chose an option that seemed the most appealing to him.

So here he was now, in the middle of the quarters he shared with his mate, giving the room a sharp, critical look.

It was now decorated with softly pulsing Christmas lights - probably not entirely suitable for this holiday as the human Internet suggested candles instead of them, but Prowl was reluctant to use actual fire. It might have looked really pretty, but didn’t sound too safe.

Finally, there was a simple, small table in front of a loveseat, with two empty cubes and a bottle of expensive Praxian highgrade - the kind that would be served only during the parties organized by the nobles or some of the most prominent artists before the war. The tactician got it some time ago from a surprisingly kind Greyface and - after checking that it wasn’t poisoned - decided that it was the right occasion to finally use it.

Doorwings flicked with sudden nervousness and shyness as Prowl checked the time. Jazz’s shift should be ending soon…

::Jazz. Could you please come to our quarters after your shift?::

:/ ( the face of a worried jazz)

...nonny?

Ah, perhaps Jazz was referring to a Greyface? 

There was a moment of silence before Prowl responded as he rushed topick up some datapads he accidentally knocked down when the message caught himoff guard, then quickly checked his schedule.  

((Oh, darling...I don’t even know how to respond to this. <3

It always makes me so happy that you like my Prowl, because I truly admire your Jazz; there’s a perfect balance between darkness and the cheerful music mech in him, he’s a very complex character and every single time you manage to surprise me with something new, something exciting about him. I love your headcanons for Jazz, I love how he acts around Prowl and I absolutely adore how you write him.