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Optimus followed Jazz’s gaze towards the chairs, there was at least one he could sit on without breaking, but the charging slab was another story. Perhaps he wouldn’t break it but it wouldn’t be very comfortable for either of them he’d imagine.
“Hah, you may have a point there.” The taller bot shrugged a bit, turning his attention back towards his friend. “Well, we could always move this conversation to my own suite, if you would like to. It might be that or sitting on the floor as our best options.”
Decisions, decisions. Jazz has no doubt that Optimus’ quarters will be more comfortable, and yet the floor is right there. They wouldn’t even have to go anywhere, because it’s right there.
But Jazz has also been spending more time in his own quarters lately than he would prefer. A change of scenery would probably do him good, so he steps back from the Prime and turns toward the door.
“Let’s go to yours,” he says, tugging Optimus along by their still-linked hands.
He really wouldn't mind either options, sure the room would be a bit better than the floor but he really wasn't picky. So long as they got to spend some time together he didn't really care where.
It seems Jazz had made their choice though, tugging the Prime along towards the door.
"Alright, I'm coming. It's not going anywhere you know." He chuckled, not that he wasn't just as eager, if not a little more. "I haven't been back to my suite since I've gotten back, I am looking forward to resting on a slab again instead of just being parked in a large garage they made into a room."
It was rather late so not many bots were still up, and those who were should be at their posts on night shifts. Still there would be a few goofing around that spotted them, waving happily. Optimus returned the gesture but didn't stop to chat as he usually might, determined to get to the room quickly.
Finally they arrived, he had to release his hold on Jazz's hand to key in the lock code, the door sliding open to the large quarters. It looked very much how he left it, as was expected, only a few trusted bots had access to his room. But there was one thing out of place that caught his eyes, a pad lite up on his nightstand with a note written on the screen, beside a small sized cube of energon.
"Welcome home Prime!" The note read. Optimus picked up the cube and sniff. Extra strong fuel, high graded filtering, he didnt have much doubt who this was from.
"Ironhide." He mused with a smile and set the cube back down. He wasn't a bug fan of overly strong energon, but it was hard to come by and the gesture was nice. "So than, where were we?"












