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[ex_backstab594]

[For a change, Starscream is sitting at his desk in his robot form. He's looking pretty run down, and every so often, clicking deftly at the keys, he stops to glare at the comm. He knows it's on. He's just not talking.

type type type and then suddenly he reaches and casually shoves the computer crashing into the ground next to his desk with a horrendous sound, snatches up the comm with blazing red optics and snarls]

I would appreciate it if you stopped making my job impossible. You. Cretins.

[and then he cuts the connection.]

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[notyourchauffeur]

[Silence.]

[What does one even say to that? He has a sinking feeling he knows where this is going and he'll probably get very hungry and eat every word he's ever said on the matter.]

Um...?

[Ahh yes. Well-versed in talking about our feelings.]

What... do you mean?

[ex_backstab594]

[well short of bussing someone, there's really nowhere to go with this but the one direction. His severe expression remains because he expects he's about to get dumped off this lap and hit with a resounding you know I've tried this before or something similar.]

Let's not deceive ourselves. Our interactions with each other are - far different, than either of us with other individuals.

[notyourchauffeur]

Oh.



[He looks scrubs a hand through his hair, looking moderately uncomfortable.]

Starscream I slapped you. In the face. Are you sure you should be...

You know.

Asking me out?

[ex_backstab594]

Yes, well. I haven't noticed many people capable of provoking that sort of response from you.

Surely that means something.

[notyourchauffeur]

Starscream.

You don't. Do that. Because you love someone.

[ex_backstab594]

[the veneer slips and suddenly he's a little desperate, a little begging.]

Please don't be angry with me, I-i'm just--I'm trying to do this correctly, that boy was completely unhelpful, I don't--I just think we should--

[he shifts in his lap, far too comfortable for his own liking] ...don't be angry.

[notyourchauffeur]

I'm not angry. I just-

I find it concerning. I'm flattered- really. I just... that's not how things are supposed to be. You don't hurt the people you care about.

[He pulls Starscream into a tight hug.]

[ex_backstab594]

Nggf! You're conveniently forgetting I had you at blasterpoint. [and he was conveniently reminding him. Whoops.]

...War helps us to forget how to behave in peacetime. [honestly, he personally didn't need the excuse, but he could tell how much it was bothering Skyfire, and milking for sympathy seemed the absolute wrong approach--this time.]

[notyourchauffeur]

That's not exactly a good basis for a relationship, Starscream.

[He wishes he could just scream into one of these pillows, that would be nice.]

[ex_backstab594]

[He was leaning his head against Skyfire's arm, looking down with that air of abrupt confidence born of the illusion of his own cleverness. Wrapped up tight in Skyfire's arms like this, it was hard not to feel good, regardless of whatever else was going on.]

Hmm. Well. I'm not rescinding my offer, so if you'd like time to think it over...

[as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he reached up with his other hand to scritch lightly at the back of Skyfire's neck, a slow and deliberately coaxing motion. It feels good to whet his teeth against a problem that's different from the problems City Hall is full of - a problem he actually has a hope in hell of personally affecting.]

[notyourchauffeur]

Ah...


Yeah. I would like some time.

[He looks guilty, just wanting this contact right now. Not wanting to think about... about this. Or anything for that matter.]

[ex_backstab594]

Shh. [he took a tone suddenly of authority, though for a change not the obnoxious kind - the kind that indicated he was more confident about the situation than before.] We have time.

Is there a coffee slave in the house, or is it just us?

[notyourchauffeur]

Nnh...

[He's not so sure he even wants to fall in love again. The last time hurt so bad. And with someone by the same name... the same nature. He sounds so much like him.

Skyfire swallows back the familiar sting behind his eyes.]

Coffee slave? Starscream, no. And secondly- don't. Say things like that.

[ex_backstab594]

Pity. Ironhide would make a good servant, if--[maybe he shouldn't actually go down this road. Smoothly, accompanying his shift with a reassuring chin pet]--well, no matter. I'll go make it myself, hm? Or do you want something else?

[notyourchauffeur]

Starscream.

[Huff. He covers his face with his hands.]

Coffee would be good. Thank you.

[ex_backstab594]

[He smirks--and then reluctantly gets up, circling around the couch before reaching over it to stroke down Skyfire's shoulders. Abruptly space invadey and overly gentle.] You worry far too much.

[POT KETTLE]

[notyourchauffeur]

[He gives a short burst of nervous laughter, suddenly acutely aware of how much Starscream is definitely coming onto him.]

[ex_backstab594]

[well that didn't sound quite--right... in fact it sounds a little like him trying to deal with Megatron.

Abruptly withdraws physically and heads for the kitchen, nervously humming to himself. Don't frag this up Starscream, it may be the last chance he gives.

And then he's back with coffee, all nice and foamy and sugary, with cream instead of milk.] Here.

[notyourchauffeur]

[He accepts it with a tired smile, taking a sip. Well. Starscream certainly does make a good cup of coffee, he'll give him that.]

Thanks.