➡ Smack dat ass ((Airachnid's always been a bit jealous of his aft, though she'd never admit it aloud.))
Starscream’s resulting yelp was high pitched, even for him. Whirling around, he presented Airachnid with a view of his (severely) ticked off face, and a pair of brandished talons. The other servo was guarding his backside.
“What in the Pit is your malfunction, wretch?” He barked.










