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Muse doesn't want to admit he's lonely

Mun, please.

I understand you want some companionship for me and I do appreciate the effort, but really I am not in desperate need of a Jazz to converse with.

I am doing just fine as I am, and while I regret that your mun friend seems unable to get her particular Jazz muse to function properly I am not as forlorn as you are trying to make me sound.

I have plenty of work I can do to take up my time, so really it isn't necessary.

Thank you.

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[Jazz just kinda leans into view at the sound of his name. Wait, what? Prowl seemingly needing a him to converse with? He doesn't remember Prowl being such a puppy dog, and it was a very rare thing for the tactician to sound that forlorn.]

Sounds like someone's a lil' down in the dumps. Wassup, man?

Jazz?!

[Seeing the music lover he straightens himself up, making his best effort not to look "down in the dumps".]

I just was telling my mun how she really needed to stop looking around for a you

for me.

Not that I'm not glad you're here, mind you, just that she was starting to make it sound like such a need.

[Try as he might he's having a hard time looking Jazz in the visor.]

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[Jazz lets himself snort a little at the straightening, but man does it get hard not to laugh at the obviously flustered Prowl. His grin widens by the second, tho.]

Aaawwww, is Prowler lonely? Man, I ain't seen you like this in vorns! [Though now he's wondering if this Prowl is from his continuity or not.] You got no other company in your pad, or what?

[Prowl tried to look intimidating in response to that, but only managed to look flustered.]

I have had plenty of work to do, I have no time for being lonely. [Or so he likes to tell himself.]

There are others but... none from my, our?, home specifically.

Many of them are a bit too odd to really factor properly.

[Jazz isn't fooled, man, not one bit.]

Aw c'mon, you know better. Emotions kinda work that way, no matter how much you try t' squash 'em down.

[small shoulder pat] As for your local crazies, why not try t' get to know 'em a little better? Y'all are sharing a headspace, ya might as well.

Who said I was squashing them?

[Well except for the fact that he even leans into the shoulder pat from Jazz, trying not to admit to himself that he missed even causal contact like that.]

Well one of them is the strangest Megatron I've ever seen, I don't trust him any further than I could throw Devastator. All of them are just, strange... and I wouldn't even know where to star.

I did, duh. [grin]

[Jazz picks up on the lean and puts an arm around Prowl's shoulder, listening to him talk. His optic ridges widen in surprise at the bit about the "strange(st) Megatron".]

Strange how? He a complete 180 or somethin'?

They all prolly think you're just a strange, man. A lotta organic beings tend t' be baffled that sentient machines exist, 'cept for where robots are a norm.

[He lets out a rougher vent then normal at that. He can't argue Jazz there.]

[Prowl is going to try to subtly tuck himself just a little closer.]

180 and then some... it's like for every fifteen degrees different from our Megatron he is the diameter of the chart expands by five units. I would dare say it's like Optimus if someone just... changed his name and frame. I don't know what to make of him in the least.

My mun doesn't really seem to have many organics on her roster, many are different versions of people we know.

[Jazz blinks his visor multiple times at Prowl's description of Megatron.]

Holy slag, man. My mun says she's seen that one aroun' a few times. Goin' from what we know of ol' Megs to that is jarrin' t' say the least. [understanding pat goes here]

Huh. Least you got some kinda familiar company. I'm the only Cybertronian in my own mun's headspace that's awake. I'm an old one o' hers, just under a different canon. The lil' Earthling robots are cool, tho.

You have human built robots as company too? My mun has a couple of those, but they are rather peculiar. They say they are alive, but it's hard to corroborate that with proof, they lack any form of sparks and their sole form of sentience is in a chip.

[Prowl doesn't even realize at this point that he is still talking much less that he actually kind of needed this.]

[Jazz smiles softly, and when he next speaks his tone is gentle.] Prowler ... anythin' organic has a lack of any form of sparks. We don' deny their sentience, now do we?

From what I can tell, only two of the robots on mah end aren't sentient, but they're treated as such anyway. There's no doubtin' they're intelligent. Our own idea of sentience obviously ain't how Earthlings think of it. 'S all jus' a matter of perspective, y'know?

[Though now he can't resist asking, so he leans closer to Prowl's helm with a cheeky grin.] Th' 'bots you're talkin' about wouldn't happen ta be named X and Zero, would it?

No... I'm just confused by them because they aren't exactly organics. They are built by organics but they aren't themselves.

[Because in true Prowl fashion he has been over thinking them.]

I suppose you are right, I shouldn't try to judge what they are.

[He tilts his helm and shakes his head slightly.] No, nothing like that, these two are Drill Boy, and... well the other seems to be stuck going by his model name, Chieftain.

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Muse doesn't want to admit he's lonely

Too good to pass up

OMG I'm sorry, I thought this was a friend, her Jazz journal name is super close to yours

LOL, it's cool |3 I knew I had seen another Jazz around, but it's been ages.

<3 thank you

<3 ^-^

sorry he is being so stubborn...

sounds like Prowl, all right /SHOT

I'm glad it sounds right ;)

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