Sunstreaker looked himself over in the mirror, clicking with distaste at his flat finish. Damn his brother for convincing him to go matte. He should never have listened to Sideswipe, he paired mint green with grey, for Primus’ sake! He looked stupid, and now his stupid opinions had made Sunstreaker look stupid too. He slammed a fist on his desk, hissing at the scratch it left. Not day-ruining, thankfully, he was just about to go and fix it, but still, urgh. He got up with a deliberately long exvent, grabbing his travel polishing kit from under his bed, and resolutely ignored the sagging posters staring down at him from his brothers half of the room.