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[sword_redemption]

[Drift's been running a perimeter of the Badlands for a few days now, on the lookout for Megatron's mysterious attacker, as he'd promised. It's been...good, getting away, and just lapping miles under his wheels, in that almost zen-like focus of driving. And it's given him an idea.]

You know what this place needs? [He is excited so he will just rush to the answer.]

It needs a good race track. Not one of those just...oval things, but a fun one, with sharp turns and slopes and different surfaces. Like rallycross, on Earth.

Anyone want to help?

((OOC: X-23, if you want to run into Drift, feel free to action up this post!))

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[dinnerdate]

[He vents a sigh.]

Probably. That and the fact that everything always goes wrong.

[See. Life.]

Give it time, you will.

[sword_redemption]

Does it? Perhaps it's just your perspective. If you expect things to go wrong, they will.

I don't really 'hate' anyone, though.

[dinnerdate]

It does. Even if I try and be happy it never works out.

I'll probably be the first then.

[sword_redemption]

So you don't have any friends? Anything you care about?

[He gives a slightly weirded-out laugh.]

I guess we'll have to see. You're probably going to have to try harder.

[dinnerdate]

I have a few, but I doubt they'll stick around for long.

Guess we will...

[sword_redemption]

[That...hits home.] Dead End. That's...that's all the more reason to enjoy them while you can. Believe me.

[dinnerdate]

...I don't know how to do that.

[sword_redemption]

You don't...[what?]

Just, spend time with them. Tell them you like them. Do things with them, or for them.


[Hoo boy don't ask Drift for advice in this.]

[dinnerdate]

Tell them I like them...

[Yeaaaah, that won't be happening anytime soon. Or ever.]

How is that enjoying them?

[sword_redemption]

It was just a thought.

[He kind of sucks at that part, too.]

Well. I mean, if you like them [Even if you can't say it] you want them to be happy, right?

[dinnerdate]

I guess so... Better than seeing them upset.

[sword_redemption]

Trust me. It's a lot better than seeing them upset.

[...wait.]

You've heard it, right? Yourself? Someone telling you they enjoyed spending time with you?

[dinnerdate]

Not those exact words, no. Been told other things I'm not used to though.

[sword_redemption]

Maybe you're just not listening closely enough?

[Surely someone hangs out with Dead End?]

I'm sure that's close enough, at least.

[dinnerdate]

Maybe...

It's only a matter of time before they hate me like everyone else.

[sword_redemption]

Well, you have to give them a chance if you want them to give you one.

[dinnerdate]

It's not that I don't want to give them a chance... I just know that when people find out about certain things they always turn away in disgust, fear, hate, all that fun stuff.

[sword_redemption]

Well, that's their loss. You shouldn't have to hide who you are to be liked.

[dinnerdate]

That's where you're wrong.

[sword_redemption]

I'm not wrong. Trust me, if I can have friends with my past, you can, too.

[dinnerdate]

...Your past probably isn't as bad as my present.