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[sword_redemption]

[It's not often Drift loses his temper. At least, it's not often that any one sees it. ]

[You're seeing it now, his blue optics blazing nearly white, one hand shaking as he holds up some white wrapping paper and a bit of red ribbon. It's all he intends to show anyone.]

This some kind of a joke?

[If it is, apparently Drift doesn't find it very funny.]

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I'm glad you like it.

[ She pulls on a warm looking hat and boots, enjoying the familiar sound of his transformation, laughing at the light teasing. ]

Oh wow okay. Thank you Sir Asking-for-tickles-later. When I'm well, you'd better watch the fuck out. I have a back-stock for you.

[ She crawls carefully out of bed. A few steps leaves her stumbling to catch herself against his hood where she can ease over and crawl in the passenger seat. ]

Mmm. Still cozy.

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[He managed to roll the scarf up, so that it fills the seat next to her. In case she should get cold. You know. ]

Why wouldn't I? It's perfect.

[His engine rumbles in a chuckle. Because hearing her talk like that is the best thing he can imagine right now.]

Why would you want to tickle me when there's.....Wing?

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[vandalization]

Aww jeez. Get out, you're so sweet.

[ She snuggles down in her seat. ]

Oh nice try. You gonna throw your boyfriend under the bus? Tsk, tsk. That's an extra helping for you, Drift. You just doubled your sentence.

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I'm just saying. Jets. They're more fun to tickle.

...I'll help hold him down for you.

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You're not getting out of it. And that's triple now.

[ She chuckles. ]

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[sword_redemption]

It would be unwise to tickle me while I'm driving.

[New plan: just...never ever be within her reach when not in motion. This would work....a bit.]