re_alignment | [Video] [Originating from: Junk Pile] [Locked to: Drift]

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[Video] [Originating from: Junk Pile] [Locked to: Drift]

[He's honestly not certain if their usual familiarity applies, so forgive him if he seems stiff and formal.]

Drift. Hello. Vector Prime informed that he slowed the progress of the disease. And as I understand it you are no longer contagious as well.

[There's obvious relief in his voice. You can't even imagine.]

I...regret that our earlier meeting was so strained. Perhaps we can try again?

((hopefully I've done this right..?))

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[Big things take a little while to sink in.]

Oh-ho? Is that so? It's not like you to run so is this a game, a race?

[Look what you've done. He needs so little encouragement to be sportive.]

[Are you getting Drift in a cocky mood? Apparently so.]

Why? You afraid you might lose to a grounder?

[Needs even less. Yes. Drift is even competitive about who is more competitive.]

[You started it. Looks like that cocky mood's gotten into Wing too.]

[He scoffs a bit.] Wait, are you honestly suggesting...?

[Oh dear. Add Wing's playful spirit into the mix and... This could be bad for the neighborhood.]

Did I stutter?

[Sorry, Wing. You were a good influence on Drift, but then he joined the Wreckers. Needlessly Competitive about Everything is the air they ventilate with.]

Unless, of course, you're afraid.

[A hearty laugh. Oh, you are really pushing it mister.]

Afraid? Drift, you haven't even named the game yet. All I hear is a lot of windy bluster, and it's no louder than that which passes under my wing panels I might add.

[Maybe you're rubbing off on Wing now, but really this was inevitable. Your relationship was founded in competition after all.]

[Had to bring up flying again? Like you're so superior? Hnf. He's got you.]

Maybe it'll be something underwater.

[At least that would suck for both of you?]

[Just pressing the advantage. Generally a good tactic.]

Oh! [WELP, now he's intrigued.] That could be...fun. [He thinks.] But are there any bodies of water around big enough? You know, I should really find out. Survey the area. I wonder if the First Forged have maps?

[What have you done!?]

[Tactics, from the mech who has fought ONE battle.]

We can find one. Unless you have a better suggestion.

[Credits where your aft is, Wing. Oh, now there's a saucy thought. ]

That's a good question. I think the topography keeps changing, at least here in the Junk Pile.

[!!! ... That you participated in anyway.]

No, oh no. I like it. I'll start looking tomorrow. [That twinkle in his optic? It's almost blinding even from where you are.]

[Hmm, if only credits had a use here. Maybe you'll have to find a one.]

But uh... your thoughts on what the something part of 'something underwater' should be?

[Welp, guess it'll just have to be outside the Junk Pile. There's a whole lot of Cybertron to explore!]

[You sure you want to drop this dime, Wing? Deadlock fought...a lot.]

Pick a pretty place. So at least you have that comfort when you lose.

[Sorry, Wing, but smack talk is how Drift flirts. Or at least how he feels comfortable flirting.]

I don't know. Race. Fighting.

[Huh, there was a thought.] Your blades even work underwater?

[Must everything with you be about size or quantity?]

[An arch look.] Aren't you concerned you're going to be distracted by the scenery? [A decidedly sultry look.]

[Well, Wing has tactics of his own. But he's not apologizing for any of them.]

Or both. Obstacle course?

They do, or they should. If the grips are sealed. [Uh, he should really check that.]

Edited 2012-07-18 21:31 (UTC)

[Old habits die hard. ]

[Whatever retort Drift was coming up with--oh and it was a good one!--sort of sputters into a choking sound. Yeah. Uh. Scenery. ]

I can...manage it. [Lame, he admits, but he's trying to regroup.]

[There. Regrouping complete, innuendo reactivated.] I could always loan you one of mine.

[So does that point count towards victory? Or is this pre-game still?]

Manage it? We can do something else if you think you'll have trouble.

[A wink and a mischievous snicker, which gets promptly sabotaged by an indelicate coughing snort. OH YOU. Offering your equipment around like that.]

But--uh...what if I like it so much I what to keep it? [WHAT? Seriously, you're faster at this regrouping thing than he is.]

[Exhibition match. Doesn't count.]

We could always do 'something else' later. [Oh, do not even let Drift's mind go there. Too late.]

[But now you have ignited his gallantry. And slightly too much earnestness.] _{Then it's yours.}

[Oh, he'll show you an exhibition.]

[A slow lift of the browridge, then a mischievous smile.] If you think that would suit you better. Then definitely. [Don't tempt him to make this NOW instead of later.]

Oooh. [A tilt of the head as he bites his lip.] I dare say that might be necessary then.

[All this talk, no action, Wing. Tsk.]

I like to draw things out.

[Okay, perhaps teetering a bit more into cheesy than he would have liked, or crass innuendo, but he's new at this.]

Just let me know what you need. [Any lightness in the words is probably undercut by the almost aching earnestness of Drift's expression.]

[Same could be said for you, Drift.]

I can be patient.

[He thinks he's playing it cool now.]

[But... OH.]

[All this sincerity admist the banter, he's just not expecting.]

[A small noise that he can't contain, something like a whimper.] _{. . . Just you.}

[Oh just give Drift an opening and you would be actioned all over the place, Wing. He's just not sure his advances are welcome.]

[And with the cheesiness of some of them, he may have a right to be concerned.]

I bet you can. [See? Like that. So cheesy it probably violates the Tyrest Accord.]

I...uh...[A squeak, like lighting a flame in pure oxygen.]_{I owe you everything.} [How could he not be Wing's?]

[Oh, Wing likes action. ... What kind of opening exactly?]

It's worth it. [Oops, was he supposed to keep up the satire? Cuz that came out pretty sincere.]

[He shutters his optics for a moment.] _{But I don't want this, if it's only because you think you owe me.} [He looks up again, hopeful for better.]

[Something unambiguous. Maybe throwing Drift to the ground, straddling him and telling him you want to frag him till he can't move? That might work.]

[And then Drift twitches, because for a moment, all he hears is the first part. Because that's what he's been dreading. So for a long moment there's nothing but aching grief on his face.]

[But he forces himself to play over the rest, and cycles a deep vent.] _{It's not.}
[What he owes Wing is entirely separate--his protection, his loyalty. But this? What he wants here? Is almost selfish by comparison.]

[That...could probably be arranged. Yes. Very definitely. Easily, in fact.]

[But probably best when you're less rusty.]

[There's a flash of deep concern at your apparent distress, and Wing is about to say something when you speak up. Then a heartfelt smile spreads across his face, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity.] Good. I am glad.

[He wants this, he needs it. But as equals.]

You should rest. There'll be much to do once you're well again.

[Everything is better with less rust. ]

I just...well, you don't know me. It's...I don't...you know...want to force things.

[Did that sound lame? That probably sounded lame. ]

I don't need rest. [ I need you. And a cluebat. ]

[Washracks are a nice temporary measure.]

But I want to. Know you. [In every way possible.]

A cure is what you need. [Concern, tinged with longing. He wants to offer comfort, affection, intimacy...but there's fear that you'll refuse him given your current state.]

[But Drift isn't looking for 'temporary'.]

[~~wow even his meta is cheesy~~]

Me too. Uh. The other way. Know you. Not me. I, uh, I already know me.

[Aaaaaand he should really shut up.]

Vector Prime has stopped it. I can manage. At least it won't kill me. [It's a very, very tiny tick, but there!]

[Wing isn't either. Not in your cure, or your place in his life.]

[~~but cute and sweet even so!~~]

You can Drift. I want you to.

[He has to grin. Because it really is endearing.]

Manage? [He hesitates, beyond tempted.] Are you sure? [The question begs more than just handling the plague.]

[And thinking about how close he'd come to losing Drift after finding him again, wasn't something Wing wanted to consider. A reminder about how swiftly things can be taken from us.]

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