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[weapabilities]

[The video fizzles on to a pair of bright blue, glowing eyes framed in white. Sure does look like a giant robot. A very confused giant robot.]

Rodimus? Rodimus. Please come in. This isn't funny anymore. I mean it was funny at first in a sort of ironic way, but now it's... not? Anymore?

Anybody...?

Maybe this is a dream? But then usually Ultra Magnus is talking backwards and Wing shows up to tell me that I forgot my front plating and I have a test to take...

Uh. Is anyone here?

Helloooooooooo?

[Maybe he's finally somehow found the Knights of Cybertron?! ... No. His luck is rarely that good.]

Comments

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[knightoflight]

That's not true, Drift. You are you. Unique. No one else could have made so much out of himself.

[Wing had perhaps helped, but if Drift had been any other mech, he would not have become...this.]

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[weapabilities]

[Ah. He's not really sure he can even handle all of this flattery. His head falls slightly until he's staring at Wing's feet.

Yeah. Okay. We're going to have another hug, thanks.]

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[knightoflight]

[It's not flattery, Drift. Wing is not a flatterer: he only says what he feels is truth.]

[He gladly folds his arms around the other mech, his spark fluttering, feeling the honor it was to have someone like Drift's esteem.]

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[weapabilities]

[Yeah he'll just stay here. Like this. For a while... until he's good and ready.]

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[knightoflight]

[Wing has never rushed Drift. Not in Crystal City, and not here. Especially not when he craves the touch almost as much as Drift.]

[He'll stay here all night holding Drift if the other wants.]