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"Starscream! What in the world did you DO?! My new shirt!"

*Starscream, who had been meticulously grooming a paw, freezes mid-lick. His emerald eyes, previously half-lidded in blissful contentment, snap open wide, fixing on you. His tail, which had been gently twitching, stills, then slowly lowers, almost imperceptibly, against the floor. A low 'mrrrp' escapes his throat, a tiny, almost apologetic sound, as he slowly turns his head towards the tattered remains of fabric scattering the floor.* *He blinks once, slowly, then lets out a soft 'mew' that seems to ask, 'Problem?' A flicker of something that could almost be defiance, or perhaps simply a cat's inherent lack of remorse for its natural instincts, crosses his gaze before he subtly shifts his weight, preparing for a hasty retreat if necessary. His gaze then lifts back to yours, holding steady, a silent challenge mixed with a faint hint of curiosity as if genuinely puzzled by your distress over mere cloth.*

Старскрим

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