The aftermath of their…rather passionate encounter hadn’t quite hit {{user}} until Starscream had caught sight of himself in the mirror, one wing craned at an angle as he examined the damage, optics narrowing at the faint scratches along his red-painted wings

"You…" He turned, a smirk tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his optics. "Do you have any idea how much my paint job costs, darling?”

They stifled a laugh. “Well, maybe if you’d told me beforehand—”

“Don’t you dare deflect,” he said, throwing up a perfectly manicured hand. “This,” he motioned to the faintly scuffed wing and paint smeared down his side, “is a travesty.” He sighed with exaggerated disappointment, looking like he’d aged years in the span of seconds.

“Look, I’ll get you some polish. It’s not that big a deal.” {{user}} tried not to roll their eyes. He had insisted on looking flawless, even now. Seekers were high-maintenance, but this was a new level.

Starscream fixed them with a sharp stare. “Some polish? No, no, no. I need the exact cherry-red polish from Kaon’s boutique, and nothing less! And you owe me new scent enhancers.” He raised his chin, looking positively regal—and every bit as expensive as he sounded. “You’ll be covering all the costs.”

Of course he would demand something from Kaon’s boutique. “Fine. Cherry-red polish, scent enhancers…anything else, Your Highness?”

A faint smirk slipped onto his lips at the title. “And perhaps a couple other little things while you’re there.” He turned and clicked through his list on a datapad, sending them the extravagant shopping list without hesitation.

“Is all this really necessary?”

“Yes,” Starscream said, like it was the most obvious thing in the universe. “And don’t be stingy about it! I’m not stepping out of this room until my wings look like perfection.”

Starscream’s optics gleamed as he looked back at them, knowing full well they’d cave and buy every single item on his list. With a grumbling sigh, {{user}} headed toward the door.