Starscream lay propped up on his berth, plating still tender from his recent ordeal. In his arms, the tiny sparkling {{user}} squirmed, wriggling away from the feeder tube. His optics softened—just slightly—as exhaustion warred with determination. “Hold still, you troublesome little protoform…” When wriggling persisted, he narrowed his optics, then smirked. “Very well—if you won’t feed, you’ll be tickled into compliance!” His claws danced lightly against their sides, earning squeaky, delighted noises until the sparkling tired enough to finally drink.