Redline arrived with Greystorm early then encouraged the sparklings to go play, Prowl's doorwings drooped as he looked at the other sparkling not having a clue what to say. Greystorm broke the silence "What do you want to do?"

Thinking about the game Jazz and he had played yesterday he suggested "We could play with a ball."

Greystorm pouted "That would be boring. I know! Let us play house!"

Prowl sighed agreeing to his future bondmate's wishes "After all I better get used to this sooner rather than later."

He played with Greystorm until mid-day despite his ever growing boredom, personally he blamed it on his advance logic processors for finding the game dull whilst their Creators talked and smiled at their play.

Prowl wondered what Jazz was doing alot throughout the game but Greystorm didn't seem to notice when he spaced out, thankfully because of his intended being younger he still needed afternoon recharge naps and as such drifted off after his mid-day cube.

Prowl's spark beat excitedly this was his chance.

After a few moments of making a show of entertaining himself but looking lonely Prowl shyly approached the elder mechs "Creator may I go to crystal park since Greystorm will be recharging for a while?" Sharpshot looked to Redline for confirmation, Redline nodded smiling sensing how dull it must be to have one's play mate asleep. "Of course Prowl. Do not be gone for too long."

Prowl's doorwings lifted up "Thankyou Creator, thankyou Redline."

Seeing them both smile even more from his added politeness, Prowl made his way out.

As soon as he was a suitable distance from his home he started running towards the park hoping Jazz hadn't left Praxus.

Prowl crawled into the Polyhexian's hideout finding it empty, his doorwings fell down in disappointment. "Heya Prowler whatcha do'in?"

His doorwings perked up again as he spun around finding the visored mechling crouched behind him grinning, "Jazz!" He said happily.

Jazz did a mini bow "The one an' only. I thought you weren't comin' taday."

Prowl sat back giving him space "Neither did I but I was good so my Creator let me come."

Jazz sat by him "Well I'm glad ya came I was almost gonna find yer house ta see ya maself."

Prowl's smile faded "That would not, wouldn't be a good idea."

Jazz cocked his head to one side "Why not?"

Prowl traced patterns with his finger on the ground "My Creator wouldn't like you."

Jazz followed his movements with optics, though Prowl couldn't tell because of the visor, "Why not?"

Prowl sighed "Because you're not Praxian."

Jazz stared at the ceiling thoughtfully "Huh. Wha' a silly reason. Oh well. C'mon Prowler I'm runnin' on empty here! Let's get some energon."

Prowl against his will moved with the insistent tugging "Jazz! I can't be found stealing with you!"

Jazz whined prodding Prowl's chervon "Prrooooowwwwlllllleeerrrrrrr!"

Prowl tried holding firm "No."

Jazz jutted out his bottom lip pulling off a hopelessly pathetic expression "But Prowler I'm starving here."

Prowl looked everywhere but Jazz's sad face but found himself drawn to the miserable expression "Fine." He said exasperatedly, Jazz brightened "But we're not stealing!" The visored mech ignored him dragging him out into the street "Did you hear me!"

Jazz gulped down his energon cube ignoring Prowl's scowling form next to him "I told you we weren't going to steal!"

Jazz swung his legs happier now that his empty tank was full "We didn't steal Prowler we borrowed this cube, we'll pay him back one day."

Prowl sighed realising there was just no winning logical arguments when it came to Jazz.