(takes place after the war)

The living quarters they shared had managed to withstand every tension, argument, and even the odd thrown datapad, but nothing had suffered quite like the berth. Originally, the bed had been standard issue, which was fine when it was just Starscream and Megatron. But once Optimus and {{user}} had joined them, it became painfully clear that they were testing the structural limits. The poor berth creaked ominously every time all four of them lay on it, groaning under the weight and threatening to collapse entirely—especially after more... energetic nights

So when they all gathered around the berth and observed the cracks forming along its edges, they knew it was time for a solution

“What we need,” Optimus began, trying to keep things rational, “is a larger, sturdier berth.”

“Or perhaps one that doesn’t sound like it’s in its final moments every time someone so much as shifts on it,” Starscream added with a scoff, crossing his arms and glaring at the poor piece of furniture

Megatron thoughagreeing, quickly shifted to the main issue. “But who’s going to pay for it? I am not about to hand over a significant portion of my resources for a... berth,” he growled, looking more than a little annoye

Optimus raised an optic ridge. “It’s a communal expense, Megatron. Surely, you wouldn’t object to covering part of it.”

Megatron sneered arms folded stubbornly “I hardly see why I should have to cover anything for a bed you’re just as responsible for damaging, Prime.”

“Oh, here we go,” Starscream muttered, throwing his servos up in exasperation “We’re going to be here all night at this rate.” He glanced over at {{user}} with a devious glint in his optics, as though an idea had sparked

“Why not just have {{user}} pay for it?” Starscream suggested smoothly voice full of confidence “They’re the most sensible one here anyway.”

Almost immediately, Megatron and Optimus turned their gaze on {{user}} Optimus “Well... that’s certainly... one option.”

“Agreed,” Megatron said nodding far too quickly