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[backdated] Like some Kid N Play video

Who: The Cybertronians and anyone else who might be nosy as to what all the large robots are doing together because why not.
What: Sharing resources houseparty?
When: Shortly after the robot network post excitement
Where Green 6, aka Wing's Swingin' Bachelor Pad

After Drift's post, Wing realized that as a knight, he had a mission, to help his people come together and find a way to coexist. Or else. And Drift had mentioned that they should pool resources. So, after double-checking with Drift, Wing sent a small message to each of the Cybertronians on the station to please meet him, this evening, in his quarters.

He wished food wasn't such a consideration here, because he felt bad not being able to lay out a spread of food for hospitality. Maybe they would all bring their own? He can hope. He has his few flight grade fuel rations on a table, just as, well, something.

As it is, he has soft music and subdued lighting, hoping they might defuse any, well, interpersonal tensions.

He stood by the door to greet his guests, with a silent prayer to the whole Guiding Hand, that this went well.

((OOC: This is a general robot shindig meet and greet and hopefully not punch each other. Feel free to post a header for your character for others to tag into--anywhere in Wing's quarters or the hallway or whatever; mess with his stereo, steal his towels, show up early, fashionably late, whatever you want! And of course, non-Cybertronian partycrashers welcome!))

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If Drift knew how to make such an overture himself, and actually be classy about it because Wing deserve nothing less, he would have done it already. So needless to say, he will be trying very, very hard to be present in the jet's life so there are plenty of opportunities for inspiration to strike.

That also means plenty of chances to prove he's an idiot but well, uh, he's a risktaker right?

Right now might be one of those times.

If the hand is offered, he takes it gladly, his EM field fuzzing with a tentative new hope brought by those words. "I...I do?" In fact he's so busy with that he utterly forgets the other topic they were talking about. He's just sort of moonily staring. Sorry, what?

"Of course you do." Wing grins, half-oblivious to the mooning look. "You have strength and power and generosity and a bright, pure spark." He knows, Drift, he's entirely confident. His fingers curl around Drift's, just as the smile spreads over his face. "You have so many friends here already. That is no small thing." Especially compared to Drift had so few friends before.

It's a bit of novel concept, because only a short time ago Drift had just this side of nothing. Only his weapons, a ship, some rations and his faith to keep him going. His fingers curl more tightly to match Wing's, giving a soft squeeze, his own smile growing.

"Rodimus and Megatron, sure. But you..." This is the part where a staticky lump tries to take over his vocalizer. ".....I missed you so much."

Aw frag, d-don't make him cry in front of Starscream?

Drift deserves friends and more, everything the universe can offer him.

"I...I'm flattered, Drift." He can't say the same--the last time he saw Drift back in their homeworld was literally just a few minutes ago. The change is still so much to catch up on. He brushes his free hand over Drift's cheek armor. "Well, no more of that now, right?" Hard to miss something when it's right here.

He's not sure he feels right about being that deserving, but a little something in return for all his efforts? Yes, he'd welcome that.

But really, aside from completion of his quest, finding the Knights and securing Cybertron's safety... Drift already has what he'd ask for right here. (And well...maybe Gasket too. Is that too greedy?)

The softness in Drift's expression only deepens, helm tilting into that gentle touch to his cheek. It feels just like he imagined it on those cold lonely nights, but warmer, making a brighter spot inside him, starting to burn away that pain of loss. "It's a second chance I never expected to get," he murmurs, voice low and rough.

Let Wing put forth the hypothesis to be tested, at least, Drift. He's confident he'll be right.

"All the more reason not to waste a moment of it, don't you think?" Wing winks, glowing with an inner pride at what Drift has become. He'd known Drift was good, pure in spark, but seeing it was, well, gratifying, to say the least. "Now, how else do you think we can work together?" His optics may slide over Drift's frame, just for a klik.

Drift has his own the theories about other things--mostly about Wing being walking perfection in all the areas that really matter--so it'd be unfair to deny Wing the right to test his own theories. Maybe it'll get the notion through Drift's thick helm...

"Absolutely..." he murmurs, Wing's hand warm in his. This might not be his brightest moment though, because just as the thread of conversation is making him pine for the opportunity to kiss Wing, listing slightly to starboard, he feels those gold optics slide over his frame.

"What?" he looks down at himself with something that is totally not panic, "Did I not get all the jello?"

And thus was the sound of a thousand hands facepalming. What he means--though he doesn't know it yet--is that clearly he needs help in the washrack Wing. That's a good place to continue their team efforts, right?

Maybe rating moments by relative brightness is a silly idea. There's always room for a brighter one. There always should be: that's how hope works.

He blinks, confused. "J-jello?" He's missing something. Which of course makes him look harder at Drift's body. "Is that bad?"

It would not be the first silly idea Drift's had. But Wing is certainly kindling plenty of hope in him, so that measurement of brightness is bound to become obsolete soon.

He shifts shyly, slightly uncomfortable with the inspection but also realizing it's his opportunity to show off. The resulting cock of a hip doesn't make his scabbards sway in quite the enticing manner he'd hope for.

"Uuuuh..." Think fast, son! "It's a human food stuff. I was... delivering some of it to one of the other newcomers here. It's. Uh. Kinda. ...sticky." Hopefully that sounds more charitable than it is disgusting?

If Wing has anything to say about it, definitely, obsolescence is in the offing for that sort of grim thinking.

And it might not be quite as fluid as Drift might want, but it is definitely optic-catching, and Wing is definitely not shy about appreciating the movement. Those thighs....

Oh right.

He can't hide the giggle. "Do I even want to know how you'd get a human foodstuff all over you?"

Wing is gracious to appreciate Drift even for the hip sway that's really more like a stutter, far from graceful. And then there's the way he snaps to attention at that giggle. Because it's a shimmery sound full of light and mirth, and though his ego coils into a corner and draws a bag over his head at the reason for it, Drift can't feel entirely bad in the wake of that laughter.

"It looked like energon! ... _{on the package}." Though the dehydration bit should have clued him in. He's going to blame starvation induced delirium on that one whether he had the symptoms or not.

He's going to pretend not to understand, because Drift being discomfited like this is absolutely endearing.

"And you...smear energon on your body normally?" He has to admit, the mental image he's getting is fantastic.

He'd probably be glad for the endearing part if he could distance himself enough from the embarrassment.

Which increases two-fold at the next question. Have a sputter at that mental image which in Drift's mind is more idiot and less fantastic. "N-no! No of course not. It was just... slippery and it started melting. All. over." (me.)

But he's so cute when he's embarrassed. And Wing should stop, but he can't help it.

"Oh." Yeah, sorry, Drift, that mental image isn't much better. "And so you had to wash it off, I presume?" And didn't invite him?

Drift would never ask Wing to stop if it was something that made the jet happy. He'd die for Wing, so some temporary wounding of his pride is something he can withstand. And hey, he's handled worse and for worse causes too. Watching Wing smile is worth every moment. (not that he's thinking that in the middle of the moment, no that time is reserved for mortification.)

Drift doesn't want to think about the mental image that he's conjuring, the real thing was bad enough. "Well yeah. I mean it was sticky and..." Wow Drift, no. Try again. "Er well, I did the best I could. They don't exactly have washracks around here that really fit us." He still vaguely smells like strawberries though so he didn't do that great a job. Clearly it's intervention time, Wing.

Wing will definitely let Drift reciprocate--it's still heady and wonderful and new to think they could actually have the future he'd wanted with Drift.

An actual future. Actual friends. And maybe more.

Well, still, he should have some manners. "That's another thing we'll have to look into finding here. We can't go here without proper cleaning and maintenance."

Heady and wonderful indeed. Drift has no idea he even has a chance for something more, but being friends with the jet? That alone is something he's immensely grateful for. Something he's yearned for since the day he lost it.

And well, if they can be friends, just maybe...??

"Ah-ha that we do need yes. Can't have mechs going for months unwashed right?" Say, like, the one standing right here who still has scuff marks from the shuttle pilot's chair that he sat in for so long.

All possibilities are open: it's what Drift chooses to make of them. It always has been up to Drift, really.

"Not if we want to make a good impression on our hosts, no." He tilts his helm. "I suppose it's something I could work on."

He's not used to all this agency, so many options. It's always been a this-or-that road for him, often with the choices not nearly as attractive as Wing is. But if he does have the option, that power to choose, he wants Wing in anyway possible.

Assuming, the jet wants him of course. It's hard to imagine after he was such a pain in the aft.

"A good point! We'll need to address that soon." Like yesterday in his case. "You have some ideas?"

Wing believed in Drift before Drift believed in himself. He certainly isn't going to give up now, seeing changes in Drift he hadn't even dared to dream of.

"Well, we could at least ask if there's a space we could renovate. It would mean communal bathing." He wonders if that's a problem, with all the other mechs here.

It's true, and he's still trying to follow that example. He's stumbled a few times recently but all this? It's the best kind of recovery he can imagine. It's almost like fate brought Wing back to him just when he needed it most.

"C-Communal bathing?" Maybe he gets a little glassy-eyed for a moment. "I have no problem with that." He does like his privacy but the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. Ahem.

Wing gives a satisfied nod. "We'll ask about that, then. Surely they wouldn't begrudge us some space, since we're here and we helped fight."

And communal bathing could be, well...neighborly!

"And this place seems big enough, surely they can accommodate something." That stands to reason to him at least, not that he knows anything about building washracks. "Can I...help at all?" He can do the heavy lifting maybe??

"I'm sure they can. It's in everyone's interests, after all." No one would want dirty robots!

Well...not that kind of dirty, anyway.

"We can scout locations together. Something near to where we all live?"

"And well, equal treatment would be nice." They're stuck here just like all the other organics, after all.

Stinky robots you mean. No one likes stinky robots. This conversation is suddenly very hard to focus on.

"Proximity would be good yeah. We seem to be pretty spread out over the housing units but somewhere central to all of them would be best. And oh...I'd love that. The scouting, I mean."

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what is even going on in that icon XD

He's happy to see you! http://kusukitty.deviantart.com/art/Artbook-stuff-1-371975903

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well fuck me I lost this tag.

no worries~!

Grah! *punches gmail*

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Grah! punches gmail