At the Beach
After life on Cybertron, Earth was a great shift to adapt to in many ways. Namely, Cybertron was brightly lit with its own energy sources, while Earth relied on the light of sun. It was an interesting balance, day and night. While many of them had witnessed it while exploring new planets, actually living in these conditions was quite different.
Namely, they had to endure the sun's unforgiving, scalding heat. Luckily though, humans had discovered great ways to combat this.
Jazz released a content sigh as he stepped out into the cool ocean water. He found himself envious of Seaspray, who spent the majority of his time among the waves. Prime was allowing those off duty to visit the water as they pleased - and there were few who did not take advantage of it.
Jazz spotted one of those few wandering around the shore, kneeling and swishing his fingers in the water's edge.
"Beachcomber!" called Jazz, walking close enough to splash the distracted minibot. "Don't be shy, the water's great."
The minibot jumped, clearly startled, then shifted awkwardly. "Yeah, but... Jazz, I don't know..."
Jazz swung his hand and splashed Beachcomber again. The minibot winced, then broke into a grin. He stepped forward into the water and retaliated with vigor. It escalated faster than any match on the battlefield - and Beachcomber was relentless, tossing up water into Jazz's face without mercy. With a yelp, Jazz took off farther into the water, covering his head and laughing as he went.
"Pacifist, ha! Mercy! Retreat!"