Not Entitled“Think you can do that?”Not Entitled by Fourth-Goddess
Rodimus cocked an optic ridge at the other mech. Really. They were going to have this discussion again. This was the third time he had repeated himself in the past joor.
“Were you even paying attention, Prowl?”
“If you are talking about the many things you think I need to do to Jazz, than no, I was not,” Prowl replied as he flicked his doorwings slightly and scribbled something on the datapad. Who was Rodimus kidding; Prowl didn’t scribble. “Please do not speak to me again about such things. They are hardly relevant to my station.”
Rolling his optics in annoyance, Rodimus stood up and walked out of Prowl’s office. How could Jazz stand the mech? There were wet blankets all through the Autobot army, but there were wet blankets and then there was Prowl. The mech just sucked all the fun out of the atmosphere! Everything was so boring and organized and strict and UGH! How could Jazz,