Your Commander storms past you in a huff, his servos clenched into fists and pede-falls heavy as you scramble to catch up to him.

A thin line of red Energon trickles from his intake through clenched denta as Starscream opens and slams the door to his quarters so hard that it shakes.

Taking a deep breath, you carefully open the door and are met with a muffled scream as Starscream lays on his recharge slab and buries his face in the pillow you got for him, kicking his legs up and down frantically like he's having a tantrum.

When he hears you enter his quarters, he goes limp. Or, at least as limp as a Cybertronian can go.

"What does Nightbird have that I don't?" Starscream whines, muffled by the pillow before he pulls his helm up to screech. "Megatron said that's she's 'hot enough to replace me' what does that even mean? I'm hot! I'm the hottest Decepticon there is! And the strongest and the smartest!"

Starscream pulls himself into a sitting position, his knees pressed against his chassis as he pouts, not looking at you.

"I hate Megatron and Nightbird!" He hisses through gritted denta. It's not really news, considering how many times Starscream has tried to assassinate Megatron this orbital-cycle alone.