Sideswipe walked into the rec room and sat next to his brother. He was presently retelling what happened earlier to Jazz and a few other bots. "I can't believe he was just so...ignorant about stuff like that."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Jazz said. "Your views on art are similar to my views on music."
"What do you mean?" Sideswipe piped up as he sat down.
"Well, your brother was explaining the finer points of a pencil, how someone can use it as a conduit. Just as art can speak to someone, so can music." At their confused looks, he continued. "I've heard many songs that just speak to me. Not just the words, but the notes, too. Each instrument, each note, each chord, even the sound of the singers' voices. Played or sung just right, and it sends a euphoric feeling pulsing through my circuits."
"Hmph, euphoric?" Prowl chimed in. "There are times when you get downright charged just listening to music."
"Hey, I can't help it if music is my second love," he said, smiling at the tactician, who in turn shook his head at the comment.
"Okay, that was just way too much information, Jazz. I really could've gone my entire life without knowing that about you." Bluestreak covered his optics with his hands and shivered as he spoke. Everyone else chuckled at Blue's discomfort.
"Music can do that too?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Oh yeah. After all, it is classified under performing arts."
"Hmm. I'll have to see what you're talking about. Hey Sides, where's my high-grade?"
"Uh-uh. I won that race. You owe me wax."
"I was clearly ahead when we got here."
"By what, a fraction of a millimeter? That doesn't count."
As the twins continued bickering, everyone else snuck away. Usually when they argued like this it ended up in a fight. Not always, but the others weren't taking any chances. As life went back to normal on the Ark, some of the bots had more to think about than just the war. It was refreshing, and they all felt better about their lives and the war they were fighting.
