...slag it all...

[thejazzmeister]

All right now, Prowl.  That’s it.  I. Have.  HAD. IT.

I gotta know.  NOW.  What the slag is up with you?

I can’t stand it anymore!  You don’t talk to me, won’t come near me!  Don’t let me touch ya - and when ya do, you’re all stiff and cold and …Damnit Prowl, what’s going on with you?!

The last few times we were together were…well, they were

Comments

::To Jazz::

[storm_skies]

Any time, friend. You wanna talk, door's open. I don't got a closed door policy unless I'm spendin' time with family.

[the_blue_flash]

I was just trying to help. It'd not my fault you got drunk off your aft last night.

Private to: Jazz (unhackable)

[prowling_around]

I haven't been "sneaking around".

I'm not any different than before, Jazz. Just give me a little longer and then I will sit down with you and we can talk, okay?

And everything Blurr was saying, I didn't say it. I don't know where he got it.

Just trust me, okay?

[[OOC: Oh man...I'm just digging my grave even deeper, huh? Prowl is going to be so screwed up after this. But, hey, that means Jazz gets to "comfort" him more, right? *grins*]]