#tf stuff

Jazz mulled the question over, running through where he may have come across a mech called Bluestreak. There was one merchant’s young assistant called ‘Blue’ that could be a potential match, but Jazz didn’t want to get Prowl’s hopes up if he had the wrong mech. 

“I’ll be honest with ya, I don’t recall anyone by that designation, but I can certainly keep an audial out for him,” Jazz all but promised.

Prowl sat quietly in contemplation for a few moments before speaking carefully, “If you manage to find him, please tell him I am well. Although I am in no position to care for him, I would…” he paused, brow furrowed as he struggled to find the appropriate words, “I would like him to… Please tell him ‘I love you.’” He said the last words in his Praxian dialect. 

“Aye loves you,” Jazz tested the foreign language. 

“Close enough,” Prowl snorted in amusement at the mangled pronunciation.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Jazz exclaimed in mock offence.