Drabble - Smokescreen/Jazz/Winter
Smokescreen and Jazz circled each other in the confines of the clearing. The sun reflected off the cold, bright blanket formed from freshly fallen powder snow.
The two mechs gathered snow and at some unspoken signal, began flinging the bits of compacted snow at each other.
Prowl watched in exasperation as two of the mechs he cared about most jumped about like younglings in the snow.
The sudden coldness of snowballs to the face had Prowl rising to loom ominously across the field at the grinning Smokescreen and Jazz. A declaration of war is it? He amassed some snow. Fine.
Master Archive - November 2010 Archive - 100 Drabbles - Prompt Table
The two mechs gathered snow and at some unspoken signal, began flinging the bits of compacted snow at each other.
Prowl watched in exasperation as two of the mechs he cared about most jumped about like younglings in the snow.
The sudden coldness of snowballs to the face had Prowl rising to loom ominously across the field at the grinning Smokescreen and Jazz. A declaration of war is it? He amassed some snow. Fine.
Master Archive - November 2010 Archive - 100 Drabbles - Prompt Table