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Prowl when asked would usually need to remind others he was not the most suitable option for Youngling care. Let alone those as hyperactive as the terrans and the lambo twins. Yet here he was alongside Jazz watching over five sparklings, two human children, and two younglings.
(Prowl’s house had an atmospheric pressure inside similar to earth for his plants.)
They had been brought to Prowl’s house for a sleepover since Bumblebee and Starscream had a conference overseas to attend and unfortunately the human parents were going with as they were specifically requested. As for Sideswipe and Sunstreaker they were usually watched over by Ironhide and Chromia but both of them had gone on a date and Ratchet was working and likely wouldn’t have the energy to watch them afterwards.
Prowl loomed watching the kids all lay out around his livingroom with all the terrans piled on the couch alongside their human siblings watching the tv that played one of Thundercracker’s newest films he’d written. (Prowl enjoyed endorsing his films as they were quite a good watch despite their cheezy premises.)
The twins (Sideswipe and Sunstreaker) were laying on the ground both playing on datapads that held a multiplayer game for them both to play together.
“It’s alri Prowler, I’ll watch the bitlets while ya go scrounge us up some food.” Jazz smoothly chirped while slinging an arm over Prowl’s shoulder.
“I will hold you to that Jazz.” Prowl huffed as he turned to the kitchen, missing the soft sigh of Jazz.
“Ooh~ Somebot’s in loveeee-” Hashtag teased and Jazz flinched from the sudden accusation.
“You are too young ta be thinkin of such things.” Jazz scolded out of embarrassment.
“Oh come on dude it’s painfully obvious I mean just look at your wings.” Twitch says with a gag. “Crushes are gross.” (I like Jazz having those smaller door wings :3)
Jazz rolled his optics dramatically eliciting giggles from the young femmes.
“They’re right, you're absolutely fluttering back there. Your wings keep doing that.” Robby commented pointing up at Jazz’s raised wings showing how defensive he was.
“Well excuse me fer having my own adult life.” Jazz huffed as the kids all laughed at him.
“You know we should set him up~” Hashtag chirped and the others all gained a devilish smile that made Jazz’s frame shutter in abject fear.
“Yer just going to make it worse-” Jazz whined but the kids were already up and moving around excitedly, likely using silent comms to discuss their plans. The twins seemed to be in on it too as they both were up helping them.
Jazz felt stuck if he stopped them Prowl would be suspicious and the kids could just blurt out something about Jazz’s affections but if he let them do this he’d have to face the consequences.
Prowl was surprised to find all the kids wearing chef hats and bow ties alongside leaves from Prowl’s plants as mustaches. “Jazz…” Prowl huffed looking at the poor mech who was dying from embarrassment; he'd tried to stop them from using the plants; it didn't work.
“Did you desecrate my plants!? I could have given you all props for whatever it is you are doing you did not have to use my plants!” Prowl scolded and the kids were all apologizing now having their plans ruined since Prowl was upset with them for using his plants. He was even more upset to find some of his roses cut and put into a vase on his small table.
The kids were then brought outside for a proper lesson on how delicate they should treat plants. Prowl was showing them how to properly cut and prepare a plant as well as an in depth explanation on flower language.
Prowl then gave them each a pair of cutters and a small vase telling them to use the knowledge to make a sufficient flower bouquet for one another allowing them to decide who to make one for.
“Wow, didn’t think this’d turn into you teachin them ta’ cut more flowers.” Jazz chirped as he leaned onto Prowl.
“If they wish to attempt to create a proper foliage centerpiece for future machinations they’d better do it right.” Prowl huffed, proud of his lesson watching as the children built their new flower bouquets even Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were getting into it.
This fun was stopped when the kids all yelped in fear as a large neon green mech burst into Prowl’s garden.
“What are you doing!” Scrapper yelled at the younglings who huddled together with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker ready to protect.
“Calm down, they have permission.” Prowl ran between them facing Scrapper and his crew who waited on their own patio.
Scrapper seemed surprised at this development since Prowl rarely let them anywhere near his plants.
“Who are these younglings?” Scrapper asks after a moment of silence.
“These are the Maltos and those two are the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.” Prowl introduced as everyone fell into more calm stances.
Jazz helped usher the children over to the outdoor table where they had their vases for their flowers.
Scrapper scowled at Jazz in a way that Hashtag couldn’t help but notice. He seemed angry at Jazz but then his look softened when gazing at Prowl.
Hashtag saw the rivalry and was immediately texting the others who slyly glanced down before showing their own thoughts on the situation. Mo decided to take a leap the others would never think of.
“Hey Prowl.” She chirped and Prowl was immediately by her side.
“Are you alright? Lightheaded? Should I get you into the decontamination room?” Prowl fussed looking over the human girl worried over whether the environment was contaminated by Scavenger’s entrance.
“I’m fine, I just wanted to ask about your neighbors!” Mo says while Prowl sighs in relief.
“My neighbors are known as the Constructicons, they work in the cities of Central roads doing what I assume is construction, however If they have another job aside from that it would be a surprise.” Prowl explained while helping JB put his flowers into a vase beside Mo.
“Do they talk to you a lot?” Mo questioned.
Prowl looked at her in abject confusion while thinking about it for a moment. “Not much no, they did help to set up my garden and patio under the promise of treats.”
“Do you know their names?” Mo asked wondering if maybe he’d introduce the one who yelled at them earlier with a more than indifferent tone.
“As I know it their names are Scrapper, the one who attacked you. Hook, Mixmaster, Bonecrusher, Longhaul, and Scavenger.” Prowl listed while subtly pointing at the other Constructicons who were watching from their porch. They all waved when they saw Prowl look over at them in return Prowl gave a polite wave.
“Maybe we should get the kids inside fer some grub now.” Jazz suggested while turning away from his staring contest.
“I believe that would be a good idea.” Prowl chirped while standing back up from where he was crouched beside Mo.
“I am sorry but I’ll have to ask you to return to your porch.”
Scrapper seemed upset but he knew Prowl wasn’t kicking him out for any reason other than the comfort of the younglings so he complied.
“They all like Prowl a lot.” Mo commented to her siblings and they all agreed with the observation.
“Looks like Prowl’s got a whole situation brewing then! Like in those shows we watched!” Hashtag excitedly giggled thinking back to the shows on earth. (You can’t tell me the Terrans haven’t watched some form of novela or any other harem piece. Hashtag would at least know of it!)
The kids were pleasantly excited to find plenty of food for them, maybe even a bit too much but Prowl insisted he had more if they were still hungry afterwards. The twins also got the super sweet cubes Prowl had made for them since he knew of their tastes for the overly sweet energon.
“So what’s with that neighbor a yers Prowler?” Jazz asked slyly like he hadn’t been glaring at that mech the whole time.
“Scrapper is smart and happens to help me with watering my garden sometimes. In return I tend to send him and his crew energon treats usually with plenty of copper shavings.” Prowl explained while laying his helm onto Jazz’s side. He and Jazz stood close many times before so leaning on one another was pretty normal for them. Jazz rarely let others get close enough to touch him Prowl was one of the few he truly trusted himself to relax around.
Prowl of course felt the same, finding Jazz especially calming compared to many others he’d interacted with.
Hashtag saw the development and practically squealed while taking a quick picture on her visor shoving it into the OTP files where she did the same with many others.
All in all the day was pretty good and uneventful as Prowl had set up many different activities for the younglings with only a few setbacks such as random visits from his neighbors who usually kept to themselves. They never really came over unless Prowl had invited them.
It was also quite odd how they’d always position themselves between Prowl and Jazz but Prowl just chalked it up to them being curious about the children running around rather than any hostility between them and Jazz.
Jazz on the other hand had to fight his own processor not to just stab them it’d be so easy but Prowl wouldn’t like that so Jazz played nice.