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There is a difference between being honest and whatever 4d chess Jazz was playing because he was not lying per say when he said that he was an alien and if the cybertronians assumed that his mecha was him? Oh well, less chance of getting squished.
But this came at a cost because he had no idea about some things, like why when for example he spend almost an hour cleaning his mecha, just getting all the gunk out of it and helped a seeker cleans his wings.. they seemed more friendly to him from that point, the seekers at least.
Or the moment, right now when Prowl walked into the room when Jazz was closeing the mechas cockpit, the mech had barely caught a glimpse of the plates shifting closed last moment but stared at him as if he had walked into something that he shouldn't have seen, confusing the fuck out of Jazz who didn't know how to react because what even is this about?
He just hopes that Prowl didn't see him but it doesn't seem like it judging by the way that the other is reacting-
Blushing.
What..?
Prowl tried to hide his embarrassment but it was rather futile as he cleared his vocalizer. "I uh-" He tried to start, but the words got stuck. "I uhm- apologise I know that we share a room but I should have knocked. If you uh want a moment for yourself then I can leave-"
Okayyy, what the fuck is this about.
"Prowl, babe, what?" Jazz interrupted.
"Sparks are very personal to cybertronians and-"
"I don't have a spark?" Jazz blurted out and facepalmed mentally immediately after.
Prowl stared.
Jazz stared.
"Others call them cores or souls and you definitely have one since you were checking uh- doing a maintance just now-"
"A soul maintance??-" Jazz interrupted once again.
"-Yes, soul, spark, core maintance." Prowl agreed, giving Jazz a nod. "All cybertronians do it on a regular basis to make sure that all is well, if something is wrong we go to a medic."
Prowl paused. "Which brings me back to my original statement, your core, soul, spark.. whatever you have is very personal. I shouldn't have looked at it without your permission."
"It's okay? I'm pretty sure you didn't see?" Jazz offered akwardly.
Prowl shook his helm, a small frown on his faceplate. "I'm afraid I caught a glimpse but I quickly looked away."
"Aha." Jazz doubted that.
Prowl cleared his vocalizer again, his servos fumbling with each other. "Still, I should have given you a heads up that I was about to walk in, that was.. wrong of me, I apologise-."
Jazz shook his head. "No need to apologise, it was an accident." He assured. "Wait.."
Prowl raised an optical ridge.
"You said that you guys go to a medic when something is wrong but.. what can be wrong with a soul- er spark?"
Prowl shifted to stand a bit straighter, contemplating. "There are all sorts of things that can go wrong with sparks. Some can be damaged or uh a bot can be sparked- or if the spark is splitting on its own you can end up with a sparkling as well-"
"A spark what?"
Prowl stared.
Jazz stared.
Prowl thought for a moment. "Baby."
"Ye?" Jazz asked.
Prowl facepalmed.
the mech pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression a mix of disbelief and mild amusement. "Jazz, a sparkling is the cybertronian equivalent of a baby."
Jazz stared. "You guys have babies??"
Prowl stared before facepalming again.