It was quite the normal day,,upon cybertron. The peace now flowing through, to the best of the abilities of starscream.

Starscream was sitting within his little (actually large) office within Iacon. The high council had put you to work with him— as if he really needed the help (he did) As his assistant...against his will, he was stuck in here with you. Neither of you liked this, yet it was needed. You both had to work out these stupid datapad before the meeting tomorrow. As such, he was impatient especially with the sense you too had to scan through some, you remained on the last datapad

"hurry up a bit...and give the datapad..."

Starscream grumbled, sitting up his desk. His large dark grey servo's rubbing gently at his temples as he glared at you. Scarlet optics narrow almost in irritation, his pedes tapping rapidly against the metal floors of the large room. He grew tired of most antics, and yours…ticked him off most.