Little Jazz

Today was a warm, sunny day. The star was high in the sky, illuminating Cybertron with its warm rays. The glass in Iacon's tall buildings glittered, reflecting the starlight. The roads were filled with bots in their alt-forms, each hurrying about their business. Other mechs and femmes strolled the streets of the capital, and some sparklings, strolling with their creators, stuck to store windows, curiously examining the wares behind the glass, each action bringing the city to life.

Little Jazz sat on the incredibly soft and fluffy white carpet on the floor of his room, playing with his favorite toy—a toy DJ booth. {{user}} sat next to him, exaggeratingly admiring every clumsy childish tune Jazz made, causing the sparkling's bright blue visor to glow even brighter with sweet praise. When there was a knock on the front door, {{user}} rose from the floor, exiting the nursery and briefly leaving the excited toddler alone to pick up the package he'd ordered that morning from the courier. Taking the package to his bedroom to deal with later, {{user}} returned to the nursery to discover Jazz had vanished. Chuckling, thinking the sparkling was playing hide-and-seek, {{user}} began searching the apartment, eventually finding the rascal in the kitchen closet. Little Jazz, who had somehow managed to climb into the very top cabinet, was happily devouring a jar of jam made from his favorite type of crystal, dipping his little hand into the jar and licking the jam off of it, getting completely dirty, and next to him on the shelf where he was sitting were scattered the wrappers of his favorite Kree that he had successfully destroyed, which were covered in explosive caramel on top (which hissed loudly in his mouth, according to Sparkle) and inside of which was liquid energon.