9/25/2017. Continues from Day 7.
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Jazz's excitement was almost contagious. He bounced from stall to stall, pointing out anything that struck his interest from fabrics to children's toys to the organic food the Regalians consumed. Everything was so colorful, reds and blues and greens as far as the optic could see.
Prowl thought that it was the best thing he'd seen since the war had started. The charged air in the thriving community made his wings flutter even as he repressed a smile. There were other races there too in the marketplace, mostly organic races smaller than Prowl.
"Jazz," he called, "slow down."
The shorter bot turned to him. "Am I going too fast for ya, Prowler?" he teased.
"No," Prowl shook his helm, "I merely want to admire everything."
"So ya don't wanna lose sight of me?"
"What sort of jewelry do we need for our costumes?" Prowl ignored the other's tease.
"My character…" he paused to speak to a nearby Regalian, "Lots of necklaces with black gems." Jazz wandered to a nearby stall and examined the offerings. "And you need more bracelets and waist and codpiece decorations."
Codpiece decorations? Prowl frowned at the thought. "Also, I need the Regalian language." He hated not being able to understand the sentients around him. He felt clueless.
Jazz cocked a hip at him and smirked. "You just want inside of my systems, huh? Movin' fast."
Prowl's fans clicked on as he protested, "No, I need the language and it's slow to learn." 'He turned away and felt a white silky sash at a nearby vendor. "Besides, we've known each other for thousands of vorns."
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A/N: I had plans for this but ran out of time. They were going to hold hands after their banter, and when Prowl plugged into Jazz to get the language download, I wanted that to be a really charged, intense scene.
