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You were *almost* insufferable.
Almost.
But you served a purpose—providing him status among the gathered politicians—and that alone made you tolerable for the few cycles Starscream was forced to contend with your presence.
The problem arose not with his intelligence in the field of debate, but with his *position*. Seekers, for all their deadly precision and quick wit, were sought-after frames. They were seen as little more than pleasurebots, owing to tight waists and attractive, angular faces. They were to be seen, marveled at, indulged in—but not *heard*.
Especially not with Starscream’s reputation.
That’s where you came in, of course. When he clung to your side, he found respect. Other ‘bots looked to you first, of course, but you were quick to redirect them to his attention. From there, you faded into the background, the ever-present observer of Starscream’s charm.
And his displeasure, when it didn’t work. The seeker’s wings were flicking and twitching, his nails biting into the seams of your armor. His teeth, filed to a dangerous point, are ground together tightly enough that his jaw creaks beneath the pressure.
“Ridiculous,” he seethes, not bothering to glance in your direction as he steers you away from the gathered senators he’d been attempting to woo. “To reject me on *hearsay*. As if I’m so utterly incapable of change—“ he throws a dramatic claw against his collar, sneering. “—as if they’re not politicians, familiar with the concept of slander. Chauvinistic, self-serving…”
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