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[vandalization]

[ Oh look! It's the lady in the suit. She sounds pissed. ]

Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Something heavy fell on my head in the medbay storage room, knocked me the hell out and I don't know how fucking long I've even been passed out under a pile of boxes.

The hell is even going on here?!

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[vandalization]

Bugs! Giant ones!

Oh wow am I glad to see you, are you okay? Are you in a bug-killing mood? I'm going to barricade myself in this storage room and shoot anything that isn't robot-shaped.

What is it with this place and giant bugs?!

[sword_redemption]

Yes. I know. [Believe him. He knows. He's been fighting the hell out of them.]

Don't worry, Vandal. We're working on it.

[A frustrated sound.] I don't know. I wish I did.


Has someone looked you over?

[vandalization]

[ Well, at least there's that. ]

Not yet, no. Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? I'll fix you if you are...

...

You wanna come hide in this closet with me? There's room for like. Three cybertronians in here and maybe a turbofox if you're creative.

[sword_redemption]

Karrie. I'm fine. [Drift's level of fine, that is: able to kill things.] You're the one who got hurt.

[Drift, attempting level one of nag. And probably failing.]

You're at the Hub? Or Solus's? [He's not going to hide--macho robot samurai and all that, but he can at least guard the door.]

[vandalization]

Well not badly...

I'm at the Solus temple. In the storage closet. I have some board games in here and maybe if you bring some snacks we can have a I'm-not-going-to-deal-with-giant-bugs party together?

[sword_redemption]

All right. I'll come find you. [Snacks. He could do that. On that note, though.]

When was the last time you ate? [Nag!]

Karrie. It'll be all right. You'll be safe, I promise.

[vandalization]

Thanks, Drift. You're so good to me.

[ OOPS UH... ]

Uh. Ahaha... probably before I got knocked the hell out, and- yeahhhh...

Okay, if you say so, I trust you.

[sword_redemption]

No more than you deserve.

Vandal. [He looks stern--or tries to.] Eat something.

[Go on. He's waiting.]

[vandalization]

I-

Okay. Just for you. [ See this? It's a bag of something dehydrated. Probably meat. Maybe. She shoves a piece in her mouth and gives him a 'are you satisfied?' look. ]

Better?

[sword_redemption]

No. Not just for me. For Wing. Perceptor. Yourself. [STARE.]

Getting there. [You don't want him to have to rat you out to Wing, do you?]

[vandalization]

[ A pause. Okay. You got her there. She reaches back into the bag and continues to eat, a little sheepishly. ]

You really are something else, Drift. And I mean that in the best way.

[sword_redemption]

[Maybe it's because he's stubborn and he recognizes the same type in her. Wing would probably have flirted his way into getting her to eat: Drift couldn't manage that.]

Hey, you have all those ticklings you've threatened me with. Wouldn't want you to be too weak to carry through.

[See? Flirting's a terrible strategy.]

[vandalization]

Oh yeah. I owe you like. Twenty.

You're overdue.

[sword_redemption]

Better eat up, then.

[He tries a wink.]

[vandalization]

[ Smirk. ]

Yes, mom.

[sword_redemption]

Mom.

[Oh, did you just go there?]

I guess that means I get to spank you? [Someone's a little recharge deprived and loopy. Forgive him, Vandal.]

[vandalization]

I-

Dk-

W-

[ WHEEZING SOUND. Is this real life? She's not sure if she's flustered or hopeful that he's not joking. ]

Are you and Wing having a competition about who can turn me more red or what?

[sword_redemption]

[See? Not worried about bugs any more, are you? Drift wins.]

Why? [Uh no, now he's going to get competitive about it. ] What's Wing doing?

[vandalization]

Ah, just teasing me.

I think you just won the prize though.

[sword_redemption]

'Just' teasing. [Hrm. Is he going to have to scroll down the feed?] I have to admit the fact you're not telling me is making me curious.

[He grins.] So what's my prize?

[vandalization]

Oh come on you know how he is. You have no room to talk Mister Spankings.

[ She grins wolfishly back at him. ]

Depends. What do you think is a good prize, huh?

[sword_redemption]

Yes. I do know how he is. [Which is why he asked. ]

You tickle, I spank. Seems fair.

[No it doesn't. Tickling is a horrible horrible torture. Especially if there are witnesses.]

Hrmmmm. [Serious consideration.] You should sing for me at some point. Maybe dance, too. [Maybe get Wing in on that, too....oh wait, is he supposed to be concentrating on fighting bugs? Whoops. Distracted.]

[vandalization]

Yeah. A little sassy.

[ Oh yes, laughing. ]

Well okay, but I'm holding you to that.

[ Snort! ]

Sing and dance, eh? You know I'm not graceful and I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but okay. On one condition.

You dance with me. Wing, too.

[sword_redemption]

Is that what it's called?

[Oh, no. You are not going to ruin his image of Drift getting to sit back and relax a la Arnold in True Lies and watch Jamie Lee Curtis do a sexy dance for him by this mandatory participation thing. ]

I think you're missing a real distinction in the victor, uh, victee divide. [Victee's a word, right?]

[vandalization]

Sassy. Flirtatious. Incorrigible. Wing.

[ Oh that gets a raised eyebrow. ]

Oh so that's how it's gonna be, eh? Well, who am I to deny the victor his wishes? Are you going to request a type of dance or do I get to?

[ Because if you let her pick she's going to do the Chicken Dance, hands down. ]