The next day (and so far, last part of this) of Prowl as a thief; here he's visiting Jazz's shop to learn what he's going to do at his new job.RPed with InMoNochrome.


Prowl stood before what was evidently Jazz's shop, the place where he would start work soon. Before him the wide glass windows stretched out, displaying beautiful pieces of jewelry of every kind. The shop seemed average-sized to Prowl, but he wasn't one that had a good grasp on things like that. Above the window was a sign reading "Silver Dreams," which Prowl knew was the name of the shop.

With a sigh, figuring he'd wasted enough time, he stepped forward and entered the shop, looking up as he heard a soft tinkling and seeing a simple crystal display above him that chimed each time the door opened and closed. The inside was just as clean and well-kept, if not moreso, as the outside. Tastefully decorated, the area sparkled with jewels, rings and necklaces on proud display.

"Welcome to 'Silver Dreams.' How may I help you?" asked a mech nearby, who soon turned to look at Prowl. No recognition showed in the mech's visor as he tilted his helm and awaited Prowl's response.

Prowl glanced up to the mech speaking but was interrupted before he himself could answer. It was the mech that began talking, the assistant taking a posture of fear and wariness.

The mech had recognized him. "Oh, Primus no, not you again!" yelped the visored one as he fairly ran into the back room, calling for Jazz.

Prowl's optics dimmed at the reaction, he had hoped that Jazz may have informed his assistant before he'd arrived. He sighed to himself before moving to sit in one of the seats in the room to wait for Jazz to enter the room; he shouldn't have expected anything good coming of this decision. His sensory panels remained stiff in anxiety over the reaction he'd gotten from the other, and he was sure that he would be working alongside him more often than not.

Panicked words were exchanged, though Prowl couldn't understand any of them when finally Jazz's voice shouted, "Ricochet, calm down!" Silence reigned for a moment, and a slouching Jazz, shoulders slumped, came out of the back room, dragging the visored Polyhexian behind him. "It's okay, Rico'. Prowl's here for work; 'e's not going to rob us."

Ricochet seemed to eye the Praxian distrustfully, not saying a word.

Prowl ducked his helm at the scrutiny before standing to meet Jazz, pecking him on the cheek before speaking, "Are you alright?"

Jazz gave a little smile, tired optics gazing at Prowl with a nod, "Ah'll be fine. Jus' had a check-up for mah optics this mornin', though, and 'm waiting for the results wit' an anxious spark." He leaned forward to peck the Praxian's cheek back, snickering at the small sound of disgust he heard from Ricochet.

Prowl smirked down at Jazz at the sounds his assistant was making and pressed a kiss to Jazz's lips, "You'll be okay no matter what the results." Pulling back he looked at the assistant before looking back at Jazz, "Show me around?"

Nodding, Jazz pulled Prowl's servo into his, beginning to show the mech around the shop. He showed Prowl how to display the jewelry in the cases first. Items that looked good together or were a set were displayed differently than single items. When they came to a special glass box, Jazz exclaimed, "This is my White Poison set! Made it a while ago." The White Poison set consisted of a wide variety of jewelry, its main color being black, but a white gem was displayed prominently on each piece.

"Ah also make specialty pieces. Once Ah had a li'l Praxian femme come through, requesting something called a 'Chevron Teardrop.' Said it was some sort o' bonding gift," stated Jazz with a shrug before he grinned, fairly dragging Prowl along with him, "Now come, let meh show ya the back rooms, where I keep my supplies." In the room he dragged Prowl to, Jazz fidgeted a bit, biting his lip.

He hadn't really looked at the goods Jazz's store had sold the first time he'd been there and was rather surprised that he hadn't noticed. Seeing the way the other fidgeted had Prowl curious at the other's sudden bout of nervousness. Prowl squeezed Jazz's servo in reassurance, turning him around to face him. "Something is bothering you. Please tell me so I can help?"

Biting his lip, Jazz looked up at Prowl. Touched at the other's concern, he spoke, "Um, Ah'm really sorry about not tellin' Ricochet about ya; Ah completely fergot about it 'cause a' mah optic exam, an' s'not fair on ya Ah fergot-" Jazz cut himself off, realizing his accent was so thick that he may as well have been speaking Polyhexian. A soft whimper escaped him, he didn't want Prowl to think badly of him!

The Praxian smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss the other on the helm, "It's okay; honestly I was expecting the reaction even if you did tell him."

Jazz gave a relieved sigh, shoulders drooping as he stepped forward to hug Prowl and bury his helm into the other's neck. "Suppose Ah should get ya to work, huh?" he asked, muffled.

"That would be one reason why I'm here," the Praxian spoke with humor in his tone, holding the other close.

Chuckling, Jazz pulled his helm away from the other after a quick nuzzle. "Come on then; let me show you what I do," the Polyhexian suggested as he pulled Prowl with him to another room.

A familiar sparkling looked up from his little desk when the two mech's looked around. Letting out a squeal, he ran to Jazz, "Carrier!" A few little tweets escaped Orion as his carrier picked him up.

"Did ya get it done, my smart little sweetling?" asked Jazz affectionately, the sparkling responding with more tweets.

Prowl smiled at the sparkling's eagerness to see his carrier when it had only been a short time since Jazz had been in the back. "What did you have him do?" He brushed a servo over the sparkling's helm, tweaking a little fin.

Orion answered instead of his carrier, "I knit wire!" He squirmed to get down, tugging on Prowl's servo over to his desk. "See? See? I knit wire into meshes," he proudly exclaimed, showing one of the wire "fabrics" off to Prowl.

"Very neat, spriteling," he praised while picking up the tiny sparkling, observing the knits in his other servo. Turning to look at his new employer, "And what do you wish me to do?"

Jazz quickly got a tool, beads, and few other small things, speaking as he went, "Ah'm goin' to teach you to how to make a basic bracelet. Come here and sit, set Orion on your lap if he doesn't mind." He motioned to a low-backed chair, grabbing another one off to the side and sitting in it.

Prowl readjusted the sparkling before sitting down to watch Jazz work.