[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Drop the beat, not the band [ Closed | Butch ]
Jul 19, 2023 16:18:28 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Jul 19, 2023 16:18:28 GMT -5
Timeline: Week 1 Day 3
Immediately after I wanna know the answers
Jazz had retired into his personal quarters after the run-in with Prowl, needing the time away after that whole... whatever one would call it. He'd never figure he would question so much, let alone have anything thrown into his face by a mech that he had worked with countless times before, but here he was- left to recover silently to himself as he usually did. His old comrad could have worded things far differently than he had though some part of him felt that Prowl really wanted to drive home just how he had been feeling about him ditching out.
The other mech was also a terrible liar. The run-in with Knock Out hadn't been as easily brushed off as Prowl was indicating so that was irritating.
Everything was just that: Irritating.
So was the very high pieced screech from the neck of his electro-bass, the half-built instrument letting Jazz know that it did not like the tune that he was playing on it. He'd been needing to finish building it, but for the time being, a new button was in order. Maybe they had something in the rec-room that he could take apart and use. Putting the makeshift instrument down, he stood with a few hisses of hydrolics and shifting metal, gave a rather half assed stretch to ease things back into postion after being in the same one so long, then picked up the neck piece again and made his way out of the room towards the said location.
Instinctively he moved silently, not wanting to draw attention to himself, especially when he entered the rec area without so much as a scan to make sure he was alone. The kids should have been at schoool, and any other mechs would have been easily noticed, so there was no need to think he wasn't. Rummage around he did, trying to see if anything would even match up with what he needed.
Immediately after I wanna know the answers
Jazz had retired into his personal quarters after the run-in with Prowl, needing the time away after that whole... whatever one would call it. He'd never figure he would question so much, let alone have anything thrown into his face by a mech that he had worked with countless times before, but here he was- left to recover silently to himself as he usually did. His old comrad could have worded things far differently than he had though some part of him felt that Prowl really wanted to drive home just how he had been feeling about him ditching out.
The other mech was also a terrible liar. The run-in with Knock Out hadn't been as easily brushed off as Prowl was indicating so that was irritating.
Everything was just that: Irritating.
So was the very high pieced screech from the neck of his electro-bass, the half-built instrument letting Jazz know that it did not like the tune that he was playing on it. He'd been needing to finish building it, but for the time being, a new button was in order. Maybe they had something in the rec-room that he could take apart and use. Putting the makeshift instrument down, he stood with a few hisses of hydrolics and shifting metal, gave a rather half assed stretch to ease things back into postion after being in the same one so long, then picked up the neck piece again and made his way out of the room towards the said location.
Instinctively he moved silently, not wanting to draw attention to himself, especially when he entered the rec area without so much as a scan to make sure he was alone. The kids should have been at schoool, and any other mechs would have been easily noticed, so there was no need to think he wasn't. Rummage around he did, trying to see if anything would even match up with what he needed.