How fond are you of being touched, Mr. Starscream?
I'M CALLING HR @cybertronian-hr
Fond? Fond?! Of being touched??
What an invasive and utterly impertinent question! Do you think I am some simple-minded Seeker who purrs at the faintest brush of claws along my plating?
…Well. Admittedly, I do not mind certain gestures when they are offered with the proper respect. A bow, a kiss to my servo, perhaps a bow delivered by someone competent (a rarity). But casual, uninvited contact? Absolutely not. My wings are sensitive, my frame is delicate, and I have had far too many “accidental shoves” from Megatron to be anything but vigilant.
Of course not. I am above such trivial indulgences. Unlike certain brutes, I do not require constant physical contact to validate my existence.
…Though, if I were to continue to entertain the thought, I suppose a wing-preen is not entirely intolerable. Or perhaps a… respectful touch at the helm, carefully measured, nothing more. Certainly not anything lingering or gentle that might leave one… distracted.
NO, NO, NO! FORGET I SAID ANYTHING. DELETE THIS. STRIKE IT FROM RECORD. I AM NOT “FOND” OF BEING TOUCHED!!
Physical contact is a distraction, a vulnerability, a violation of personal space! I am not some mindless pet to be stroked or handled—
So let this be known, unless you are offering deference or an advantageous bargain, keep your filthy servos to yourself.
