Twickle, twinkle. little star...
Who: Jazz and Midvalley Where: Midvalley's room When: Backdated to Christmas Rating: PG-13, maybe a soft R Warnings: None at the moment Summary: Jazz and Midvalley exchange their Christmas gifts.
"I really hope he likes it." This are the words that Jazz is now repeating for the n-th time. Normally such a sign of nervosity could not be found in his repertoir of acceptable behaviour, but this is a special occation. After all, today is some human religions call Christmas. A day he understands as the perfect opportunity to shower his dear friend in gifts.
Or better said, in one gift. Made out of nice glimmering crystalized energon and a bit of metal, he has made something that he hopes will be well received.
And so, he is now standing in front of Midvalley's door. With a last breath to collect himself, Jazz puts on a happy smile and knocks on the door.