The next few days continued in a similar fashion of meeting and hanging out with Jazz. One day his Creator asked him to accompany him to go shopping for parts, datapads and other things that Prowl more or less tuned out. Whilst in yet another store a commotion started in the street, Prowl and Sharpshot looked out to see Jazz dart between mechs avoiding the hands that tried to grab him. Prowl fought a smile knowing his friend would have no trouble staying out of their reach and escaping to safety.
Sharpshot shook his helm frowning at the scene "It is disgraceful that no one has called the enforces to capture that wild foreign stray yet. I do not know where he came from but they should send him back."
Other bots murmured their agreements making Prowl's spirits deflate, Sharpshot placed a hand on his shoulder "I am glad you have sense Prowl. You know you should not associate with sparklings like that."
Feeling guilty Prowl responded "Yes Creator."
Knowing that he would end up disobeying him.
Jazz just had a pull to him that the young Praxian couldn't seem to ignore and the part that frightened him was that he didn't want to ignore it.