It's a shame that Drift was too busy being, well, a stubborn aftface to get to know Wing in Crystal City. Aside from martial throws, palm pushes and golden smiles, he doesn't know what any of the jet's other talents are.
So he looks suitably impressed at Wing's assessment of the big glowly thing that defies his description. "You think so?" He chuffs a laugh a Megatron's response. "True. I suppose this feels unreal because it's not trying to eat my spark, take over my body or consume my homeworld." Weird things come in aggressive packages?
Drift is still a weird jumble of confused conflicted feelings when it comes to Wing and Megatron though, so the hand on the jet's shoulder is both reassuring and dismaying at the same time. Are they...familiar? Hmm, perhaps not, with the way the jet moves away. "Wing has great reflexes." Still, Drift is going move closer, just to be in grabbing distance. Just in case.
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So he looks suitably impressed at Wing's assessment of the big glowly thing that defies his description. "You think so?" He chuffs a laugh a Megatron's response. "True. I suppose this feels unreal because it's not trying to eat my spark, take over my body or consume my homeworld." Weird things come in aggressive packages?
Drift is still a weird jumble of confused conflicted feelings when it comes to Wing and Megatron though, so the hand on the jet's shoulder is both reassuring and dismaying at the same time. Are they...familiar? Hmm, perhaps not, with the way the jet moves away. "Wing has great reflexes." Still, Drift is going move closer, just to be in grabbing distance. Just in case.