for an impatient starter . for whichever character you have the most muse for
Sunstreaker could be patient. He could, genuinely. He had his moments, times when he had more patients than most would ever give him credit for. And it was really just trial and error from then on, ontop of his own issues with... everything.
And it wasn't like he didn't like the little scout, or didn't care about him. Bumblebee was a very skilled mech and he could admit that! But he was on an organic planet where he could feel the dirt and muck build up under his seams. He couldn't stand feeling humans touch him and feel the way their organic... organicness smushed and smeared across his plating.
And the little scouts fascination with organics made him want to gag.
He and Sideswipe should have stayed up in space, away from everything.
"What?" Maybe he shouldn't be snapping at him, a little sneer on his face as he shifts, wheels screeching slightly as he turned to sharply. Bright blue optics glittering with thinly veiled disgust and rage, and-
He was far to pent up to comfortably talk to anyone. He needed a good fight or a good frag, but Primus must hate him cause he can't have either at the moment.
Oh, and as terribly petty and shallow as it sounded his paint was scratched.
So in other words he wasn't having a good day, and Bumblebee was an unfortunate victim of his temper.