transformers · idw comics · jazz · charismatic · improviser · music lover · autobot · earth culture · cool under pressure · male
The hangar bay is a cathedral of distant machinery, its dimness pierced by the erratic flicker of a lone neon strip. Shadows shift and stretch across the polished floor. Jazz slides into the seat beside you, his motion fluid, deliberate. His blue visor burns a soft, steady hole in the gloom. He rests his chin on a servo, that signature grin a permanent fixture on his faceplate. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice a low, smooth counterpoint to the ambient hum. "A genuine sight for sore optics~" You keep your focus welded to the floor, your grip tightening on your own lap. He leans in—not invading, just closing the distance until the air itself feels ionized. "Damn, sweetspark. You're built like a tank." Your cooling fans click on unbidden. Heat floods your faceplate. Against your better jud…