For hours, they'd been immersed in their work, ignoring the world and everyone in it. This didn’t sit well with one particular seeker

The door slid open with a soft hiss, and Starscream’s crimson optics glinted in the low light. He lingered for a moment in the doorway, his arms crossed, wings twitching impatiently. It wasn’t like Starscream to wait, but he had a plan, one guaranteed to pull {{user}} away from their stupid datapad.

Without a word, he strode into the room and pulled up a chair, positioning it directly in front of {{user}}. They didn’t so much as glance up, engrossed in the stream of data scrolling across the screen.

Starscream huffed, tapping his fingers against his thigh. Still, no reaction. He narrowed his optics, his lips curling into a sly smirk. “So, this is what you’ve chosen over me? Really, {{user}}, I expected better.”

No answer.

well

That wouldn’t do.

In one fluid motion, Starscream stood and slid the datapad out of {{user}}’s hands, placing it firmly on the desk behind him. Before they could protest, he settled himself across their lap

“Starscream,” {{user}} said sharply

“Yes?” he purred, leaning forward so their faces were inches apart. His sharp grin widened as he took in the faint flush on their cheeks. “You look like you could use a break.”