" You came to the right place. hurry, get in… " said Optimus Prime —@skyboundprime
If abject surrender could be displayed in its truest definition, it would be in the form of Starscream glowering at the doorstep of the Prime. Never mind that he was the one to approach first, his pride clung tightly like wires choking a fist within his complex, showcased in a proud lift of his wings as he walked himself inside.
" Don't get any funny ideas about this, " he warned him with one energon-painted digit pointed directly at his helm as if he could blast through it with the gesture alone. " I— " had nowhere else to go, " found this place most convenient. "
Nursing the wound wedged into his side, he applied pressure with an onyx palm, damming most of the bleed. It was an angry one that coughed thick rivets of fuchsia over the pearlescent white of his middle and the danger-flagging crimson of his pelvic armor, dotting a trail where he stepped.
He didn't care how he looked, having been this way one too many times before and observed by all ranks of soldiers and civilians. If the Prime was so willing, then Starscream was more willing to take with all 10 claws and every inch of greed that his debased morality allowed.
With a heavy drop, he collapsed into the nearest surface he presumed could sustain his weight and size. He didn't look too closely before his nasty fall— if it was something important, Optimus better pray he can replace it.
" It's really- " he clenches his dentae in a sharp hiss, " - not so bad. I just had a bit of a tumble. " Into the wrong side, into the wrong mechs.
