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LET ME OUT!!! I DEMAND TO SEE THEM.

RECOVERS FROM WHAT. LET ME OUT OF HERE.

( Not even close. )

( Probably still losing his mind. Sorry Void he's misbehaving. )

ooc. My break is about to be over. Just imagine a lot of screaming in his beautiful voice on the other end

ooc. Answer him NEEEYOOWWWW

( He's been trying to call the Wreckers ALL DAY. )

Well it's a good thing no one's asking your opinion. ( * 🙄 )

( also. windblade has most DEFINITELY considered execution. )

I have an ankle monitor & a live-in parole officer. What rule do you think I have.

Ugh. No. (yes. so tsundere.)

Oh, thank Primus. The sane one.

( grrrr. )

Not * 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.

Why does THAT matter. ( itty bitty. )

( Looking up. Shrinking. Oh, mass-shifting.

.............. When did he start doing THAT. )

She's—I don't know!—𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑙? Teal & silver?

( Wings drooping further. Refusing to meet their optic. By all accounts he looks like he was caught in the act; guilty. )

( That's ... debatable. But sure. )

I was snatched up by a 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡. And put in a jar. ( * 😐 )

( He's dead fucking serious, as ridiculous as it sounds. )

That city-speaker—whatever her name is—saw it.

...Are you going to 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 me?

( Starscream does what is silently requested of him, and sits on the very edge of the couch, his wings and helm lowered. It's a strange gesture of submission or perhaps anxiousness. )

Get away from me before I pulverize you, you little brat.

SHUT YOUR DAMN—I need to calm down. Everything's fine. ( * ✋😐✋ )

( Giving Roboto the "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU" stare. )

( A shiver runs up his struts at the cold touch. He takes that as his cue to shut the hell up and takes it.

He looks like this. )

( Starscream lowers his voice as Frostbite leads him away and back to their domicile, frowning the whole way. )

I swear. I didn't just leave. It isn't my fault.

( Starscream gestures towards where Roboto HAD been standing, jar in their clutches, only to see the bitlet is gone. )

....

( Oh, but the seeker can tell they're displeased. Perhaps even * disappointed with him. )

Nonono. This wasn't my fault.

( He takes a step back, mostly out of instinct, his servos up and ready but also defensive. )

This is all—

( EEK. Wings immediately dropping. The urge to transform and fly away from the inevitable consequences are great, but thanks to the lovely monitor on his ankle—oh. Oh dear.

It seems when he'd been mass-shifted into the jar, it. Fell off. Lovely. )

Uhghhh.

ooc. I will consider..

....... Where are your parents.