[drabble prompts] Prowl/Jazz, "We used to be best buddies/And now we're not,/I wish you would tell me why..." (Because typist is evil. ;) )
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There was a faint mark on the doorjamb leading to Prowl's office, where Jazz had made a habit of tapping his knuckles for attention. It used to amuse him. Now he had to struggle to keep his smile as he tapped that same spot, a light double-tap, same as always. "Hey," he called. "Nice day out. Wanna go for a drive?"
Prowl didn't even look up from his data slate. "I've got too much to do here, Jazz."
You always do, Jazz wanted to snap, but he held his vocalizer. He already knew he was too greedy. Ric, you were right about me. Always were. "Some other time?"
"Mhm." Prowl's stylus started moving again. Jazz had already faded from his awareness.
The impulse to shout at him, to shake him, to run headlong through the halls like an upset youngling bloomed in him and faded just as quickly. The only concession Jazz would make to his rent spark, as he turned to go, was to let his smile die.
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There was a faint mark on the doorjamb leading to Prowl's office, where Jazz had made a habit of tapping his knuckles for attention. It used to amuse him. Now he had to struggle to keep his smile as he tapped that same spot, a light double-tap, same as always. "Hey," he called. "Nice day out. Wanna go for a drive?"
Prowl didn't even look up from his data slate. "I've got too much to do here, Jazz."
You always do, Jazz wanted to snap, but he held his vocalizer. He already knew he was too greedy. Ric, you were right about me. Always were. "Some other time?"
"Mhm." Prowl's stylus started moving again. Jazz had already faded from his awareness.
The impulse to shout at him, to shake him, to run headlong through the halls like an upset youngling bloomed in him and faded just as quickly. The only concession Jazz would make to his rent spark, as he turned to go, was to let his smile die.