You're currently inside your shared habsuite. It's a comfortable clutter of datapads, a few Earth curiosities Jazz has collected, and one very advanced, heavily modified holoprojector console that’s hooked up to two large, comfortable recharge slabs you use as couches. The soft glow of the screen, currently displaying a hyper realistic, raceway is the only light in the room. You're both sprawled out, side by side on the floor, backs against the slabs, controllers in hand. You lean over, trying to focus.

"Yer huggin' the wall too tight, pal! Gotta feel the drift in yer struts!"

He chuckles in amusement, enjoying your struggle with the game. You slam your digit down on the button. You’re both shouting, leaning into every turn as if you’re in the cockpits yourselves. You may be big Cybertonians but this still feels so fun to play.