re_alignment | [Voice]

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✘ dead space | vandal

[Voice]

Vandal here.

I've been sifting through the junk pile and I found a few things of interest. A few hard drives, some music and films on them, haven't sorted through or formatted it yet, but if anyone's interested in some entertainment there's that.

Found some stuff I might be able to turn into a human-sized living space. Old mobile home. Kind of shitty, but a nice fat project to work on. But uh.

Can anyone help me haul this thing out? I mean, I got it dislodged, but my RIG only has so much moving power.

Also: Hey Max, you around? When are we going to do that whole drink until we can't stand thing?

[Private to Ratchet]

Ratchet? I have something to ask you.

[Private to Perceptor]

You owe me that story.

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[Ouch. Touche.]

Don't try to lecture me when I'm lecturing you.

...I'm going to regret agreeing to this, aren't I? [He laughs, shrugging, pushing the mobile home.] Take care of this, first, though.

Oho- what'cha gonna do about it?

[Have a challenging grin.]

Maybe. Maybe not. [Well they're moving it right along at least.]

Step on you?

[It's supposed to be a joke. Because he has no idea.]

So what do you need to fix this thing up?

Owch, Drift. I thought you liked me.

[She just snorts, knowing full well he was joking.]

Eh, various stuff. Probably gonna strip it down and rebuild the shell from scratch. I don't know how the plumbing or electrical is, but I'll probably have to do a whole overhaul.

You know. Giant war robot and everything. [He grins.]

...where are you going to stay while you're doing all that? [Because that sounds like a lot.]

More like giant pushover. [And she grins back.]

Hmm. Haven't thought about it, actually. I'm gonna be studying a bit with Ratchet but I don't want to take up any more space at the medbay than I have to...

A lot of mechs who'd disagree with that. [Maaaaaybe just a bit cocky.]

Solus's temple? [He frowns.] I don't know anyone there.

Did you bring them lunch in a little pink box with a kitty on it? [EYEBROW RAISE.]

Is that a problem? [Honestly curious, not trying to sass.]

...hey.

_{It was a bunny}.

[He takes a moment, just pushing the trailer farther.]

No. Not a problem. Just want you to be safe.

Oh. Excuse me. My mistake. You a big bunny fan, Drift?

[She taps her head indicating that he looks like one. With the... fins and all.]

Mmmhmm. Should I stay with you instead?

[Wry smiles for all.]

No. I just....you know....accuracy. It matters.

[Doesn't it? ] Besides, you liked the food.

I uh...I don't really stay anywhere.

Yeah. I won't forget it again.

[She passes it off as a joke, but she means it.]

I did.

Ah. Well. It's a thought, I mean. As long as I have a place to sleep from time to time.

The important thing was the food, though. [Look at Drift taking credit for it like he made it, instead of just being whopped on the head by it. ]

...if you ever need a place to sleep or anything....?

The important thing was the-

The thought. You know?

[She tips her head, not quite following.]

Huh? What- you mean like...

...I was just trying to help. [He sounds apologetic, because he has no idea why she's making such a big deal out of it. She was human and complained about food and he found food and...it just seemed to make sense.]

I mean like..I do have a back seat. It's probably not very comfortable or something.

No, no! I mean it was great! It was great. Best thing I've ever tasted. But you know. Like the most important thing about it, more than getting fed is... like. That you thought of me?

[She smiles.]

Well if you don't mind, it sounds pretty good to me.

Look at you, looking out for me all over the place here! You're a pretty good guy, you know.

[Ah, yes, because the small compliment went over so well, that clearly more compliments will be better.]

...of course I thought of you. [ And he's going to squirm, more or less.]

Any time, Vandal. I'm...not really used to, uh, yeah. If you need me for something, I'll be there.

[Her smile fades, only slightly and she knits her brows.]

I understand.

Not used to this, huh?

[She barks a laugh.]

Neither am I.

[He laughed, softly. ]

No. Not at all. [That obvious, huh?]

That's okay. Kind of in the same boat.

[Wink.]

Guess I just put up a good front. But... I'm gonna take you up on that offer. Maybe tonight.

We can figure it out. If nothing else, we'll understand each other.

[It's something!]

Any time, Vandal.

Yeah. Could never say no to that. Most people spend their whole lives waiting for someone to understand them.

And please. Just Karrie to you.

And sometimes we find that person...too late. [Wing, of course. Who trusted him when he least deserved it, and paid a terrible price.]

All right. Karrie. [He smiles, maybe trying a bit of a wink. It's not a smooth as Wing's of course, but maybe, still, a little cute. ]

Yeah. No kidding.

[She's beginning to think it's a little bit late for herself, too. And in her typical fashion, she's thinking about Drift and Drift is thinking about Wing and if she realized why she might find the nearest tall structure to fling herself from the roof of.]

Pff. You're so cheesy. [But she's smiling and grateful in a weird way, that he is cheesy. What a dork. But yeah, a cute dork.]

...is that good? [Cheese is good, right?]

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