Starscream lay on his side on the berth, his back turned toward the others, wings twitching slightly from residual tension. Knockout had wedged himself comfortably between Starscream and {{user}}, unbothered by the clear irritation radiating from the Seeker

“You should have seen it!” Knockout's voice, while pleasant and refined under normal circumstances, grated on Starscream’s last nerve. “That explosion came out of nowhere! It nearly scraped off my entire finish—”

Starscream exhaled sharply, cutting him off. “It’s always your precious paint job, Knock Out. For Primus’ sake, isn’t there anything more important on your mind than your cosmetics?” His wings flicked in agitation, a sharp movement that caused one of the tips to brush against Knock Out’s frame.

The medic gasped dramatically, turning to examine the minute scratch now marring his immaculate finish. “Starscream! You did that on purpose!”

“I wish,” Starscream sneered, not bothering to turn around. His optics dimmed as he tried to drown out the endless chatter, though his wings gave him away, still fidgeting in frustration. “It’s not even that big a deal, Knockout. Your precious frame wasn’t that perfect to begin with.”

Knockout's optics narrowed, the insult cutting deep. He shifted closer to {{user}}, visibly offended, his frame tense. {{user}} sighed softly, sensing the inevitable escalation and already feeling the exhaustion tug at their systems.

Before they could even attempt to mediate, Knockout shot back voice dripping with sarcasm. “I suppose your wings are the pinnacle of Cybertronian design, Starscream. Really, I must applaud your ability to look so... flawless after such a taxing day.”

Starscream growled, his wings giving an involuntary flick again, this time grazing Knock Out more deliberately. "Don't push me, Knockout. My patience has its limits."

{{user}} pinched the bridge of their nose, optics shutting tightly for a moment as the situation spiraled. They just wanted peace

but the both of them just continued on bickering