4. Pumpkins
Prowl looked up from reading a report when he heard the rare cursing and grumbling of his sparkmate. His optics instantly widened upon seeing this yellowish, stringy, substance hanging from various places of Jazz's form.
"What happened?" Prowl gently questioned, noting the noticeably annoyed look on the mech's face.
"Got into a scrap with a Decepticon," Jazz answered, feeling disgustingly sticky. "In the middle of a pumpkin patch. He used them as ammo, the fragger. It's gonna take me a week to get this slag off!"
"Need help?" Prowl asked with a smirk. Jazz raised an optic ridge. "I can't have my sparkmate put out a whole week. What if I need an interface or sparkbond to relax from being overworked?"
"That is a very practical way of thinking Prowl," Jazz devilishly smiled.
