Stepping into the room, a sudden realization just hit Starscream...'shades'? What on Cybertron are 'shades'? I've never encountered such a term when describing human clothing. It must have something to do with shielding oneself from the effects of their star...perhaps some sort of large covering atop their heads? But why is it plural? Eh?
The Decepticon's train of thought was derailed as he scanned the different flesh-creatures roaming the large area. A few are alone, waiting, he thought quietly, unfortunate, as that would have aided me immensely. Wait...the one by the food table...of course! Opaque lenses to protect his optics! Though why he would require them in this building...even with the large pane above us, the light is hardly a nuisance. No matter. With the confidence bearing his regal status Starscream strolled up to the table and greeted the odd human
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Starscream stood there with his hand extended for a few moments, somewhat baffled by the flesh-creature's reaction. "This is rude?" he asked incorrectly, confused both by the human's terse answer and by his failure to reciprocate the admittedly ludicrous gesture. The Decepticon lowered his hand, turning to the table of food to look for some fruit while Rude looked him over.
"No fruit," he mumbled quietly, picking up a small container sealed with an aluminum lid and inspecting it carefully. "This seems...what is this?" His head snapped upward at Rude's query, prefacing his response with a dismissive laugh.
"Oh Primacron no, no, no," Starscream spat out, gripping the lip of the lid and pulling with a bit too much strength, sending much of its contents onto his fingers. He peered into the container carefully, then dipped one of his fingers inside to scoop out and ingest the contents. Decent. "No, I am not...I am a robotic life form from the
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Starscream paid little attention to the stares he was receiving from the flesh-creature. Clearly he recognizes greatness even when disguised in such a humiliating matter, he mused to himself. Nevertheless, the Decepticon was not one to normally let such...'innocent' gestures bother him at all. If the human WAS harboring some sort of insult toward him, he was doing well to keep his emotions in check, unlike those two red-haired nitwits he met at the village
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The Decepticon's train of thought was derailed as he scanned the different flesh-creatures roaming the large area. A few are alone, waiting, he thought quietly, unfortunate, as that would have aided me immensely. Wait...the one by the food table...of course! Opaque lenses to protect his optics! Though why he would require them in this building...even with the large pane above us, the light is hardly a nuisance. No matter. With the confidence bearing his regal status Starscream strolled up to the table and greeted the odd human ( ... )
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Starscream stood there with his hand extended for a few moments, somewhat baffled by the flesh-creature's reaction. "This is rude?" he asked incorrectly, confused both by the human's terse answer and by his failure to reciprocate the admittedly ludicrous gesture. The Decepticon lowered his hand, turning to the table of food to look for some fruit while Rude looked him over.
"No fruit," he mumbled quietly, picking up a small container sealed with an aluminum lid and inspecting it carefully. "This seems...what is this?" His head snapped upward at Rude's query, prefacing his response with a dismissive laugh.
"Oh Primacron no, no, no," Starscream spat out, gripping the lip of the lid and pulling with a bit too much strength, sending much of its contents onto his fingers. He peered into the container carefully, then dipped one of his fingers inside to scoop out and ingest the contents. Decent. "No, I am not...I am a robotic life form from the ( ... )
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