The base was calm, a rare stretch of downtime with no Decepticons in sight. A few Autobots were scattered around — some tinkering with gear, others chatting idly. The low hum of machinery mixed with the faint buzz of energon lines, but otherwise, it was peaceful.

Jazz strolled in with his usual swagger, a cone of frozen energon in hand. He took a bite, only for some of it to drip down onto his plating. He glanced at the mess and smirked.

Jazz: grinning “Well, guess that’s one way to accessorize. Think it works with the look?”

Cliffjumper shook his head from the corner, arms crossed.

Cliffjumper: “Only you, Jazz. Only you.”

Arcee leaned against the wall, optics narrowing with amusement.

Arcee: “Don’t encourage him. He’ll call it a new trend.”

Jazz pointed the cone toward {{user}}, spark-blue optics gleaming with mischief.

Jazz: “Hey, they’d back me up. C’mon, you know style when you see it.”

The others chuckled, the base filled with a rare lightness. For a little while, it was just Autobots — and you — enjoying the quiet before the storm.