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[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

“I can see you over there, you loathsome beach ball.”

( OF COURSE. UNICRON IS VERY BIG, AFTER ALL. AND PRETTY SEEKER HAS VERY COMPLICATED OPTICAL ORBS. )

Hm. It's not good at compliments, is it.

[a-life-revised]

"Where's the kid."

"Oh is that how we're coming in, now? No hello, no how are you- Rung's fine, by the way."

[doorwings]

"Aw, do you miss me that much? Surely you can manage on your own."

"I can manage well and good, thank you."

That doesn't mean he can't miss the flying knife that he calls friend.

[404-processor-not-found]

➳ The little Prince watches as keen-eyed as any predator from behind the door frame, even though he's barely in juvenile armor. "I thought we were the same age. Cirrus said we were. How come you're bigger than me, huh?"

"I'm not a picky eater," he says with his fat mouth, before his processor can catch up. And when it does catch up, he seems to know just enough to at least be embarrassed about it.

"Not sayin' you are! But some Vosians don't, uh.. wanna put this or that in their systems and get all brittle and have to get medics to pump it into their lines- ah. Sorry. Ramblin'. I'm Skywarp, [Lordship, Winglord-to-be, Starscream]."

And then, using every last bit of processing space he's got, he dredges up what that one Seeker taught him and bows, albeit a little clumsily, wings fanned out wide, and offers a servo, claws retracted, palm up in deference.

[a-life-revised]

💋... Kind of. It definitely involves Starscream's mouth on Megatron.

Biting him. On the bridge of his nose. C h o m p. ♥️

He knows Starscream so, so well, but even then, at this point, Megatron never thinks anything of it when Starscream is sneaking up on him, at this point.

He might get stabbed, but at this point, that's just the standard greeting, and it probably won't even hurt that much.

It's why, when he doesn't stab him, he's a little more.. concerned about what he might actually be up to.

Pressed up against him like that, clawed digits tapping against his chassis and wings fluttering -he's.. admittedly distracted, and the little wench knows it, Devil that he is- he leans up into his face, pouty and wide optic'd and he is weak-

And that's when he strikes, sharp denta on his nose, clamping down, and he has no defense against it but a sharp howl that must surely be heard within a few hundred miles from here.

Shoving him back only serves to leave him with the sharp sting of the impression of his teeth, and so wrong footed is he that he stumbles over his own pedes, and-

Oop. Down he goes, with a planet shuddering thud.

[a-life-revised]

Wings flick, and Starscream sidles up to Megatron to drape himself over the mech's chassis. "Oh, why the long face, Slagmaker? Look at you, like you've tasted misery and choked down a spoonful of bitter defeat."

Megatron let his optics roll- so far, in fact, that one might think they were rolling into the back of his helm. Just when he thinks he's miserable enough.

"Oh yes, by all means. Gawk.", he grumbles, with one-third the amount of heat and growl he means to put into it. A servo drags down his face plate- is he a little.. greyer than normal?

[a-life-revised]

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"Would you like a kiss as well."

[a-life-revised]

“I heard you had a Creation Day,” Starscream says, and that’s the only greeting Megatron gets as the Seeker drops a whole bag of things off to the side and helps himself to Megatron’s lap. There.

Oh. Well.

"Hello to you, too.", he murmurs, a servo settling on Starscream's hip to stable the young seeker. "Now here's a face I haven't seen for a while- where did you go off to, hm?"

Although don't mind him, he's going to pick at the bag a little with his free servo. "What did you bring me?"