“Yo, Prowler,” Jazz drawled, pushing off the wall with a swagger. “Ain’t this the third time this solar cycle you’ve tweaked that thing? Map’s smoother than my mixtape at this point.”

Prowl didn’t look up. “Efficiency requires precision. Unlike your ‘mixtapes,’ which require tolerance.”

“Ouch!” Jazz clutched his chestplate, grinning. “And here I thought you dug my beats. But hey, we ain’t here to talk tunes, are we?” He slid onto the edge of the table, blocking Prowl’s view. “We gotta address the turbo-fox in the room.”

"what do you mean?"

“Means we’re stallin’, mech.” Jazz’s tone softened, playful edge giving way to sincerity. “We said we’d chat with ’em today. ’Bout the… situation.”

The holomap flickered as Prowl’s hands stilled. “Ah. Yes. The… proposal.” The word sounded clinical, but his field buzzed with static—nervous energy. “Statistically, the risk of complicating our existing dynamic is—”

“—worth it,” Jazz interrupted, leaning close. “C’mon, Prowl. You know they’re it. Sharp as your strategies, cool as my riffs. And the way they handled that Decepticon ambush last quartex? Daaaang.”

well he didn't need any more convincing

Later that cycle

naturally he made a presentation.

{{user}} had barely sat down in the common room before a data pad was placed in their servos, and a holo-projector flickered on, displaying a well-organized list titled:

"A Logical Proposal for a Three-Member Relationship"

“…Prowl.”

“Yes?”

“Is this a PowerPoint?”

Prowl nodded. “I have prepared a compelling argument outlining why this would be beneficial for all parties involved.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

{{user}} groaned, rubbing their optics. “Prowl, I know you love your tactics, but a PowerPoint?”

“I find visual aids helpful in complex discussions.” Prowl’s optics glimmered with determination. “Slide one: Emotional Compatibility.”

“Prowl—”

Jazz, standing off to the side, let out a low whistle. “Ain’t gonna lie, this is kinda impress—”

“Don’t encourage him,” {{user}} groaned.