TF G1: Come here, Prowler~

Well ... it's not really Halloween yet, but I wanted to do something like that. Oh, and just so you know, Jazz's 'teeth' are fake, but Prowl's ears and tail are definitely not ! ^^
Guess who he has to thank for that ...

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Here is the drabble going with it !

He was going to kill him. No, better yet, he will detach the Scientist’s servos and give them to Ratchet with order to not reattach them till the next ice age! The appendages on his head moves back as he stepped backward, optics trained on the bot advancing toward him and ready to bolt at any moment.

“C’mon Prowler, don’t make your stubborn, come here ~” Jazz said with a silly grin … well, sillier than his usual one.

“I said no, Jazz. I will not degrade myself with this thing!” He growled, multi escape routes already being draft by his battle computer, and he knew that with the saboteur, the littlest mistake could be his end.

Jazz almost rolled his optics behind his band. Cue the Prowler to be so dramatic. “But it’s Halloween!” He whined, taking an imperceptible step toward the now – thank to Wheeljack – part wolf. Well, almost, imperceptible. Prowl took another step back, optics narrowing into a glare but, where it would have any other bot cower in fright, it didn’t deter him. On the contrary.

“I will not,” Prowl hissed between his dentas, “let you put a leash on me. As if it isn’t enough that I look like - like this! ... I don’t care if there is a party, I won’t go. Besides, I have got work to do. As do you.”

Jazz shrugged, and for a brief moment Prowl thought he had won.

... He should have known better, for Jazz grin became feral, pointed dentas showing in a reminiscence of a popular fantastic creature.

“Ah, but ya see, Prowler, it’s the beauty of the thing. Ratchet did order ya to not strain yourself with work after our last debacle with the Cons’, and Ah’m sure Prime would tell ya to come. But if ya want ta make your difficult ...” Prowl winced, optics gradually widening as Jazz adopted a pouncing pose.

To the Pit with tactics!

He bolted.