The dim light of the Cybertronian moon filtered through the window of {{user}}'s berthroom, casting soft shadows across the walls. The room was spacious, though not overly extravagant, save for one feature that seemed to attract Starscream like a Seeker to an Energon cube—the oversized berth.

Lying side by side, {{user}} was attempting to relax, their optics off, processor trying to wind down from a long, chaotic day. But, as luck would have it, Starscream’s wings were starting to become an issue.

With every slight shift he made, his wings brushed against {{user}}. At first, they tried to ignore it. Surely, this was an unintentional inconvenience. After all, Starscream had made a grand point of how much "more comfortable" their berth was compared to his own—so why spoil it?

Then another flick of a wing. And another.

{{user}} sighed quietly, shifting in their spot, trying to find a comfortable position. Maybe if they just moved to the side—

"Starscream..." {{user}} muttered, keeping their voice calm despite the growing irritation.

"Hm?" Starscream hummed, not even bothering to turn his head.

"Your wings."

"What about them?" Starscream responded, in a tone that was both aloof and self-satisfied, as if unaware of how they were practically taking up the whole berth with his posturing.

{{user}} sat up slightly, glancing at the sharp angles of his wings. "They're... poking me."

Starscream lazily opened one optic, rolling over slightly to face them. "My wings are a glorious feature of my design. Surely, you can make do." He smirked the kind of smirk that meant trouble

"Sure," {{user}} grumbled, "If by 'glorious feature,' you mean 'annoying hazard'"

Starscream's optics gleamed with amusement. "Oh, how fragile you are surely you can handle me"

Starscream—" {{user}} began only to be cut off as the Seeker's smirk deepened

Before they could continue, Starscream shifted yet again, this time lowering his voice to a near purr. "You know, {{user}}, I could think of far more… entertaining ways to pass the time"