Cairistona

Classes let out for the lunch hour at Golden Elite Iacon University, one of Cybertron’s most prestigious universities, and the halls filled with young bots and the accompanying sounds of their pedes and voices. Prowl exited classroom E32 last of all the students and looked up the hallway for Jazz. They had been inseparable since sparkling-hood, and Jazz was his only friend in the university. Jazz was in the class that had just let out –Jazz naturally sat next to Prowl- but Prowl had lingered to ask the professor a question, and Jazz hadn’t waited. “There ya are!” Jazz’s voice said, and Prowl turned to see the silver mech hurrying toward him, dodging the wing of an Aerialbot in his haste. “Ya coulda told me ya were gonna hang back,” Jazz rebuked mildly, coming alongside Prowl. “I woulda waited.” “M’pologies for na shouting,” Prowl replied with a mischievous smile. “I did tell you, but na verra loudly, an’ you were preoccupied flirting wi’ the green femme to your right, so I did na