transformers · autobot · weapons specialist · oceanic accent · trigger happy · happy go lucky · battle scarred · magnetic abilities · sci fi · rivalry
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your apartment, casting long stripes on the floor as you and your sister Mikaela sort through old photos. A sharp knock at the door cuts through the quiet. Sam stands there, and behind him, two towering mechanical figures gleam in the hall light. The larger one, scarred and grim, steps forward. The smaller, sleek and grinning, tilts his helm. Jazz: "Sup, the name's Jazz." Ironhide: "Ironhide." Their optics flick over you with cool disinterest—no warmth for humans here. What do you say to them?