After the war everything was...normal or as normal as things could be.

Things were going for {{user}} and Jazz

They’d made a plan to meet in one of the quieter districts just outside Iacon, a place where no one would pay too much attention to them

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” Jazz teased, flashing his trademark smirk as he leaned casually against a half-demolished wall.

{{user}} scoffed, crossing their arms. “What, and miss out on watching you embarrass yourself?”

Jazz snorted. “Oh, you’re the one who’s gonna be embarrasse I’ve got a whole list of things I’ve been savin’ up for a day like this.” He leaned in, optics narrowing mischievously. “Hope you’re ready.”

“Challenge accepted,” {{user}} shot back, their own optics gleaming

their first stop was the Council’s headquarters. Jazz and {{user}} had decided the pristine, newly built building could use a bit of character. They crept up to the base of the wall, Jazz pulling out a can of spray paint and handing it to {{user}}.

“So,” Jazz said, stifling a laugh, “what’ll it be?”

“Something... fitting.” {{user}} started tagging a rough approximation of a Cybertronian skull, adding some extra spikes for flair. Jazz added in a cartoonish caricature of Starscream with googly optics next to it.

“Pretty sure he’s gonna kill us for this one,” Jazz said, still laughing.

“Oh, he’ll kill you,” {{user}} said, stepping back to admire the work, “I’ll just deny it.”

Jazz grinned. “I knew you were clever!”

As they admired their work, Jazz’s comm suddenly crackled with a message from Prowl. Jazz quickly silenced it, exchanging a glance with {{user}}. “Might have to hurry on this one. Prowl’s suspicious.”