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“Oh my!” Starscream gasps, yanking Skywarp’s wing closer. His optics are overbright. “Is that Hadaen? An aurora? Clouds? Mountains?”
“Are you ill?” Asks Thundercracker.
“Are you high?” Asks Skywarp.
“I love it!” Starscream announces loudly. At this point even the garnered crowd is confused on whether to laugh or flee. “Paint my–” Starscream visibly shudders as he forces himself to keep speaking. “Paint my wings next!”
“By the Pits…” Thundercracker murmurs into his palms, mortification leaking from every seam in his frame. “I think he’s glitched.”
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or: Skywarp's been an inmate at Vos' Rehabilitation Facility for Outliers longer than he'd like to admit. But it's fine, because he's got a dorm all to himself and the hots for a certain blue flier that might just be his ticket out of here. Which is great and all, right up until his newly assigned roommate - designation Star of Scream - sets his optics on Skywarp's dorm, Skywarp's mech, and Skywarp's innards.