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Skyfire taps the end of his too small stylus against his bottom lip, staring at the wall thoughtfully. Distantly, he can hear Starscream fussing in the washroom (the controls are a little too tall, built for shuttles like Skyfire; Starscream refused when Skyfire suggested using the communal showers so now he just suffers with having to reach up, Primus forbid). Skyfire smiles to himself; not because Starscream is suffering by his own will but because he’s endlessly fond of the noisy thing. Everyone wonders how Skyfire can put up with Starscream and honestly Skyfire doesn’t know how to explain. He just does.
Starscream eventually comes into the common space, muttering mutinously to himself and dripping solvent all over the floor. He’s got one of Skyfire’s big towels draped around his shoulders, although he doesn’t seem to be intending to dry himself with it.
“I had an epiphany,” Starscream announces, turning to face Skyfire with a swish of the towel.
“Is that so?”
Starscream then launches into a noisy explanation of his epiphany, which relates to the question their professor had posed for them to puzzle out themselves as the weekend’s homework. Skyfire nods along, following Starscream’s whip quick conclusions better than the rest of their classmates seem to be capable of.
Starscream stops abruptly and squints at Skyfire.
“Is that my stylus!?”
Skyfire looks down at the stylus he’s still holding. Sure enough, it has Starscream’s name etched messily into it, because Starscream likes to vandalize everything he owns. “Oops?”
Starscream stomps over and snatches it out of his hand. “Don’t touch my stuff.”
“Mh, says you.” Skyfire gives the towel a playful tug. Starscream puffs up indignantly.
“Well- I- you put all of my towels up too high. This one was easiest to reach.”
“Funny, I had a similar occurrence,” Skyfire says playfully. “I couldn’t find my styluses and just happened across yours left out on the table."
Starscream huffs and stomps off. Skyfire doesn’t try to stop him. Eventually, he remembers he was trying to write his conclusion for his homework and is back to being without a stylus. Well, guess he has to figure out where all of his went then.
In the other room, Starscream smothers his face in the oversized shuttle-sized towel, stylus still clutched in his hand. Skyfire had put his mouth on it. Starscream hadn’t noticed at first and then suddenly it was the only thing he could think about. Skyfire, touching his own mouth with Starscream’s stylus. Stupid shuttle.
Starscream gives the stylus a baleful look as if had invited the touch and is not simply an inanimate object. Then, feeling stupid, he rests the end against his bottom lip, just like Skyfire had been doing.
Nope, that’s embarrassing! He flings the stylus at his berth and throws off the towel. Being obsessed with indirect kisses is for immature newsparks, not a war machine like Starscream. Stupid Skyfire. Maybe it he wasn’t so kissable-looking…