re_alignment | [Voice] PSA and a Plan

[It's an interesting parallel, each of them seeing the other in new dress. Vandal looks more vulnerable this way, Wing thinks, and he takes that as a show of trust.]

[He can't help but try to push his smile a little further, because yeah, it looks like you could use it more than Wing's distress.]

Thanks, it gets me around. I should take you up, sometime.

[He picks a spot to get comfortable near her, settling wearily with his Great Sword in the crook of his arm, its weight always a comfort. He cocks his head, attentive.]

I'd really like that, actually.

[Her one flight with a robot here was with Whirl and it was... not great.

Cautiously she approaches him. She'll flop all over Soundwave or Drift or even First Aid all day, but he's still kind of an unknown to her. She does count him as one of her better friends but. Well. She'll just sit near his leg for now.]

Um. Wing?

I feel really bad things got so messed up while you were out. I tried-

I mean I really tried but uh. Hmm. I'm not that great at fixing things.

[Which is ironic because she's good at fixing physical things. But... not any mistakes she might make.

She's trying really hard.]

I think Drift wants to ask you out. You should. Talk to him.

I...sort of need a real cockpit first. But that'll be rectified soon. Then you'll have yourself a tour of this side of Cybertron if you want it.

[Wing is as openly tactile a mech as Soundwave is, so flopping would not be unwelcome. But he's not sure what Vandal's boundaries are, so he keeps his posture open and let's her choose her comfort zone.]

Don't feel bad, you weren't directly responsible were you?

[He assumes, at least. The bomb thing not withstanding, though that did turn out in their favor. Still, all this serious talk, he's bracing himself for more horrible news.]

[But, oh, that's not...]

What? [That's a pretty silly face he's making right now. ] I...He does...?

[Annnnd that's a pretty cute face.]

Wait. What's that entail exactly...? [culture check!]

Oh- yeah I guess not all of you guys are meant to be ridden... uh.

[Well THAT sounded bad.]

I mean like Drift.

[Worse.]

When he's a car?

[ABORT. ABORT. ABORT.]

[There- subject change, hoooooooo!]

Ant-

YES. Yes he totally approached me about it. Asking for pointers and stuff.

Man, I thought you of all people would know. You know, he's gonna ask you to go steady? Date him? Be his sweetheart? I did some coaching, but I kind of suck at love and stuff, so sorry if any of it comes off weird.

[He's at least polite enough to cover his mouth so he doesn't snicker aloud.]

Not of all us need to take passengers or have altmodes that function as native camouflage. That's what you meant, I'm sure. [He smiles, a bit brighter than the last.]

[And oh, it gets even brighter at that. Have a chin tuck and some squinty optics to go with it.] _{I knew it.} [He chirrs with delight.] It's good to hear, really you've no idea. I've been trying, but, hhnnnn, he runs so hot and cold, sometimes I doubt.

And--[have another chuckle]--yes, I do know, but as colloquisims go it's pretty vague. I'd hate to confess all that and have you tell me he really just wanted to help me survey quadrant NS-45.

[Have a nervous laugh and a nod.]

Yeah I know. But you're pretty much all he focuses on. Believe me. He got a tarot reading and thought you didn't like him. The guy seriously needs a guiding hand.

[She finds a very interesting scrap of metal to fiddle with.]

Ah. Fair enough.

[Just focus on that metal.]

Um. Wing? Can I ask you something?

[So maybe his attempts at levity are falling more than a little flat.]

I--really? He does? [He's a little surprised, and delighted, at that.] I will. Talk to him. [Among other things, he hopes.] I keep trying, but things keep...happening. [An frustrated sigh.]

He needs to know, and understand, how special he is. However long it takes, however many ways I have to say it or how ever often, I won't give up until he gets it.

[And the vibe he's getting from you definitely has him concerned.]

What is it Vandal? You seem troubled. [ He reaches out with a hand, offering the comfort of touch.]

Yeah. Seems like a constant train of fucked up events, honestly.

That's... good. You're good at that kind of. Nice stuff. I'd tell him myself but my way usually involves a lot of the word 'fuck' which kind of neutralizes any good I could be doing.

[She's got tough love.]

Uh. Well. You know. I've been thinking. And I don't really. Know if it's the same for him but. Ah. He means a lot to me. I never had many [Any.] good friends where I'm from-

So... uh. Anyways my point is. Humans are pretty fragile? So. If in the off chance something.

Happens to me? Don't like. Let him do anything stupid, okay? You two are meant to be, so I know you're sort of. Number one go-to-guy to take good care of him.

[Is it a little self-centered to think he would? Maybe. Perhaps he's not quite as attached to her as she is to him, but she won't underestimate his apparent desire to sacrifice himself or put himself in mortal danger at the first chance he gets.]

It's been a lot a challenges back-to-back yes. [He'd ask how you're holding up, but he figures that's where this is likely already going.]

Tell him in your own way Vandal, that's how it'll feel most sincere. The more of us who do, the more he'll believe it.

[His voice is gentle and kind, and only gets more so after your next words. Worry tightens his face: fatalism was really going around the people he cared about recently.]

Vandal...

[And now he just wants to hug you, but barring that, he'll reach out and brush a thumb over your shoulder, if you don't discourge him.]

Yes I will. I promise to take care of him. ... Will you do the same for me? [Because Wing's already failed there twice before now.]

I... yeah. Alright.

[She wants to tell Wing that she'd probably just break him somehow if he were truly left in her care. This time was a fluke. But she doesn't.

And she lets him touch. She would actually fucking love a hug, though she's not about to ask. Looking more pathetic than she already does isn't in her plans for today.]

Anyways. I uh. Do you wanna take a walk or something?

[He doesn't want to burden others with this but he also doesn't want Drift to be alone should anything happen to him.]

Thank you.

[Wing has faith in how much Vandal obviously cares Drift, that's enough for him.]

We can sure. If you'd like. [He smiles, letting his fingers slide gently over her back.] May I escort you? The view might be better from up here.

[She tips her head, eyebrows raising. Well. Fuck it.]

Sure.

[She's definitely getting used to these guys. Though the inherent gentleness still comes as a surprise.]

[Hopefully Vandal won't learn the hard way that not all mechs are as gentle as the ones she knows.]

Well then...

[He grins. It's not like he's done this before, but that's part of the appeal. After a moment of considering the best approach, Wing stands briefly to return his Great Sword to its place. Then he descends to one knee beside her, tucking his bent arm against his chassis, and while he's at it, making a note to pin his audials back in case Vandal decides to climb that far. She's got her choice now, a relatively relaxed ride against his chassis or a more open one with a better view on his shoulder.]

[What's that saying?] Your carriage awaits...?

[Wow. Well okay. She doesn't fight the smile that takes over. More like a grin that she can't suppress, but certainly not for lack of trying. Both him and Drift- they really were like knights. Drift tends to fight his dorkiness, and Wing... just. Revels in it, it seems. To a point where it's not quite dorky and more just. Embarrassing. Not in a terribly bad way, though. They're both kind of great in their own ways.

So she scales him with a startling ease. Something she was used to with her job back home. Choosing to squeeze herself down on his shoulder. One arm resting between the helm-flare points and over the crest. ]

Uhm. All aboard?

[And that smile spreading over Vandals' face? Is worth every minute of this.]

[He remains patiently still as she ascends, unsurprised that she'd pick the highest perch.]

Hold tight.

[Then he rises with ease, making sure to keep his chassis mostly upright, his wingpanels shifting for balance.]

Destination requests, milady?

[Really, you probably shouldn't ask where he's getting this kind of talk from.]

[It's a good thing she's sitting up by his head because he can't see how red she turns. Not that he could really fully understand what that means, but just in case...]

Hmmm. Wherever you like best. I've only ever been to Vector and Solus' temples, so maybe somewhere new?

There's a lake near Alpha Trion's that is rather pretty...

[He picks that direction, which will eventually take them out of the Junk Pile and into prettier surroundings, should they walk that for long.]

So what were you saying about a party earlier?

Sounds nice. Is it like... a lake with real water?

[Because that sounds great, actually.]

Oh yeah. Just thinking about throwing a shin-dig. A hootenanny if you will. A lot of hoot. Just a little bit of nanny? More like an excuse to get a bunch pf robots drunk and watch movies.

It is actually. And it's fairly warm, as I recall. Hopefully you prefer it that way?

[There's a gentle sway as he walks, natural hydraulics and stabilizers working harder to smooth out his gait. His plating is warm, the shoulder nacelle putting off a comforting heat and soft hum.]

[He chuckles.] Vandal, I learn new variations of human speech from you every time we talk. You'll have to fill me on what 'PF' means though... [Seriously, that could stand for a lot of things and he hopes "Personal Foul" isn't one of them.]

As it stands though it sounds like a lot of fun! _{Maybe I can actually drink more than a little at this one...} I'd love to attend, if you need any help, let me know?

Yeah. I've never seen a real lake before. Only in pictures.

[That's nice. Warm. She can feel the static buzz of his energy field. It doesn't do much for a human other than make her hair a bit frizzy.]

Actually, being able to transport a whole bunch of that energy stuff you guys like so much over to my place would be open for help...

Really? I thought they had them on Earth?

[He climbs one of the larger mounds of junk to where they have a decent view of the Junk Pile, the rolling hills of Alpha Trion's quadrant stretching out beyond it.]

Energon? You mentioned 'drunk robots' so I assume you mean high grade yes?

Oh, I've never been to Earth? This is the first planet I've ever been on, actually. I was born on a colony ship to Borealis. So this has actually kind of been really incredible. Giant goofy robots aside.

[She taps her hand on his helm, her tone teasing.]

Yes, that exactly.

Oh really? [He pauses a moment, it's a strange thing to him, given that new Cybertronians had to be born on Cybertron.] I...never thought of that but it makes absolute sense for your race.

So all this wide open space doesn't seem strange to you? Natural gravity and air?

[His head tilts until the corner of a bright gold optic comes into view, squinty thanks to his grin.]

Oh course giant goofy robots are totally normal.

I'll see what I can do about the high grade, but Vector provided it last time. We may need to ask him again. How many do you think will attend?

Yeah. S'kind of why I like old stuff so much. Stuff that actually came from Earth.

It does. But I haven't really had much time to take it all in. When I do it's just... overwhelming. Kind of scary.

[She laughs, catching his gaze.]

Of course they are! Shit, I don't know where you guys were all my life.

Hmm, sounds good. Not sure, as many as I can get. It was an open invite. probably not as many as your party.

[Hmm. She experimentally slips a hand behind one of his helm flares into a hard-to-reach spot and scratches there idly. It works on Drift, why not his his boyfriend?]

I can certainly understand that. [Being a collector of stuff himself, old or not.]

I can relate, to a certain degree. Though I began life on Cybertron I spent that last few centuries on a remote colony world in a city hidden underground. Probably bigger than a starship but still just as isolated and enclosed.

[Wing joins her in laughter; it's a touch infectious and after the earlier pall, a welcome sound.]

It was destined to be, obviously! Sorry it took us long though. [His optics squints in what might be a wink. It's hard to tell, given you can only see half his face.]

Have you put in a request to Vector yet?

There were...a surprising number of people at that party. I think it just goes to show how much people need the commraderire and joy that coming together socially can bring.

[Wing's a little surprised at the gesture, but it's not unwelcome. Vandal's hands are small and delicate, warm on the interlocking plating. He tips his head so it's easier for her to reach, a soft chirr under his breath, the note echoed by the pitch of his nacelles.]

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[Action] Yuuta needs to make a cameo here just to say: "Robot, yer doin' it right Vandal!"

[Action] hkjgfdskhghjfsajgh YES

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[Action] oh that was a tytpo I didn't caaatch /sobs /gently retcons

[Action] LOL It was Vandal so I just assumed it meant "pretty fucking" & she forgot the "awesome"

[Action] LOL that is actually a pretty safe assumption with her XD

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