Scorpii Jazz, the young Empress/Queen, wants pillows for his throne! I added about 339 words to this today (6/8/2017) after deciding to post it. Yay! Also, cuteness attack by small Jazz.

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Jazz stared at his throne with a frown on his face. How was he supposed to do his job sitting on that thing? Not to mention he was still young.

"Is something wrong, my Empress?" asked someone nearby.

"I don't like it," plainly stated the young Queen, shaking his helm as his tail drooped, "It's too... hard. Too formal and stuffy."

"Would you like it replaced with something else?" asked his guard in amusement.

Jazz thought about that for a moment. "Pillows!" he decided with a joyous clap of his servos. "Big, fluffy pillows!" No, he was not at all shy at requesting such a thing to be his new throne.

Trailbreaker chuckled behind him and gave a nod to the other mech that was to be responsible for the rearranging of the throne room.

"Empress, would you like to pick out your pillows yourself?" asked the other mech.

"Can I?" Jazz's white optics lit up and he bounced on his pedes cheerfully.

"Of course, and you can pick whatever colors you want."

With a chirp, Jazz scrambled on short legs after the taller mech, his guard following closely after. The pillow mech led him to an area of their home that was covered in more drapes and fabric than usual, and Jazz gazed around in wonder, optics large.

"Pretty," he cooed as he scrambled over to some of the blue pillows and blankets. Eagerly he dove into the pile. "Oh, my, goodness!" he exclaimed, pronouncing each word distinctly.

"What is it, little one?" asked his guard.

"Teeby, Teeby, look!" His little tail flailed as his pedes stuck up from the pile, kicking the air. Jazz scrambled up from his awkward position and tried to pull something giant behind him. "It's very big!"

Chuckling, Trailbreaker squatted beside Jazz and grabbed the "very big" pillow to help him pull it out of the pile. Jazz squawked at him in displeasure. "All right." He'd let the scorpii try to get the pillow out by himself then. Inch by inch, Jazz turned out to be succeeding. Finally, the pillow snapped free and Jazz went tumbling down onto his aft.

His lips wibbled. Trailbreaker held his arms open. Jazz burst into tears and ran into his guardian's open arms, burying his face into the older Scorpid's chest plates.

"Sh, sh, my little Jazz. It's okay." Trailbreaker rubbed Jazz's back.

Eventually Jazz calmed, pulling his helm out from Trailbreaker's chest, and looked up at his guardian with watery optics. "Th—the pillow pushed me over," he stated, a warble in his voice.

"Did it now?" asked Trailbreaker, hiding his amusement, "I'm sure the mean pillow is sorry. It didn't mean to, right, Pillow?"

"Right," Jazz nodded firmly, "Bad pillow!" He pointed at it.

"Perhaps as punishment it needs to be alone in the throne room until you pick the rest out?" Trailbreaker suggested, knowing the youngling would feel slighted until the offender was suitably punished, even if that offender was a pillow. Jazz also hated to be alone.

Jazz's plates clicked back in apprehension at the thought, but he nodded. "It won't be long." He patted the poofy blue pillow gently as an adult scorpid came and took it away. "It'll be sad though…" His tail and shoulders drooped as he looked after the pillow.

"It won't be sad long if you hurry," Trailbreaker consoled, patting Jazz's shoulder. The scorpii perked up at the thought and he hopped off to the next color section.