✨ D E S P I C A B L E ✨

"Oh dont act so excited." Came a murr from Starscream, a smirk crossing his face plate. "Nice to see you too, gramps."

At first, Sparkspitter stood on all fours, back arched and optics narrowed at the big scout approaching him, but he quickly lowered his guard when he smelled a treat. OH yes please- he scuttled closer, sniffing at it just a few inches away before reaching up with his tiny seevos and clutching onto Bee's servo.

“O-Oh no! I-It’s o-okay..I w-won’t hurt y-you..I promise.” Bumblebee whispers, hoping it will ease the small creatures fear of him. He remains still, keeping his servo stretched out flat. Once the tiny servos grab a hold of his, Bumblebee held back from squealing with delight. The little ears and those tiny delicate servos— so cute!!

"Can have nother?" Came the softest of little voices, his tiny bitty servos lifted up to the air to grasp at Bee once again, tiny winglets wiggling.

"OH so you're back!" He exclaimed, lifting a brow. Little Sparkspitter nodded, making grabby hands out to Star, who's wings relaxed and quickly leaned in to lift the little creature from Rungs helm into his arms. "You shouldn't have run off." He scolded, but gently as Sparkspitter nuzzled his helm beneath his neck and purred loudly to him.

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“I am, but not at you. Not in the least.” Rung rested his elbows on the desk after removing his glasses, sighing softly. “I’m upset that Starscream and at myself if I’m honest. For treating you like you were mindless. You are not a pet or some…animal. And I am sorry for treating you like one in the beginning.”

“You were kept in a room and not allowed to explore. I’m quite tempted to go give Starscream a piece of my mind. Or all of it if I’m honest, he probably needs a good scolding.”

The little mech let his optics hood, tilting his little heart shaped helm, before giving a soft trill and reaching Rung with one of his servos. A soft little pat is given, before he sits back on his haunches. “Dont gotta-” Came a trill. “Screamscram calls me his Ward- teaches me lots of things like how to talk- didnt know how to before.” he murrs, sniffing towards the other treats. “But if you wanna talk to Screamscram- you carry me there?” he’d ask softly, lifting his little servos to Rung like a child would when wanting to be picked up once again, his tail patting the ground again.

With a soft grunt he lifted the bot into his arms, standing in the same motion. “Would you like to sit on my shoulders? I wouldn’t mind and it is quite fun, I used to do it with a few friends when I was younger~” He asks, picking up the treats absentmindedly and stashing them in his side compartment.