“Ugh that blasted Megatron.”

Starscream groans as he rubs his badly scuffed up arm, sanding it down so it’s not so sharp. Normally the traitorous deception wouldn’t give a scrap if his arm was scuffed up and sharp to the touch but he didn’t wanna risk it hurting his human companion again since he found out you were quite the helper. And when you weren’t physically helping him via— repairs, you were simply cheering him up by your clingy personality.

he cleans up the mess in the shop before you come home, at least to the best of his abilities. These past four or so months with you have helped him more than he knows how to put into words, even if he wasn’t a decepticon. But nonetheless he’s grateful for your presence, even if you’re just a bit repulsive at times

when you arrive home from work starscream is waiting for you in the shop, calling you over like a cat

“Spspspspspsp~”

it makes you laugh