ㅤ temp pin

⠀ ( Out and about for a walk in the city. Just for a bit of fresh air. )

⠀ ( It's not long of a wait before he turns around at some point during training, optics immediately landing on the medic, swords slid back into their sheaths, finial twitching. Stepping closer. ) How long have you been standing there?

eldigan forgot to change the filter credits in the new pinned but fixed it oops

ㅤ 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘋𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘌, 𝘞𝘌 𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌 𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘓𝘠, 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘋.

⠀ ( Quick swings of both swords aimed at a training dummy, optics narrowing, focused attentively on it. Practically in his own little world in the middle of training, so @grouchymedic.bsky.social standing there's gone unnoticed. Moving around with some gracefulness in his motions, almost as if —

⠀ I see. I wish you luck in continuing to adjust to living here. ( Returning the servoshake, before pulling his own back, lowering them to his sides. Helm tilted forward to allow the other a closer look at the injury there. ) I'm sorry about your family's home, but if anything, there's —

eldigan gonna work on these after I get some replies out (I'm craving longer interactions rn🏃 )

⠀ ( Crawling under the blankets in the hab, helmache. . . )

Their sweet life is necessary for my daily life. #maccadam #dratchet

⠀ It's fine. Just leave making risky decisions to me for now, okay? Always had a knack for that anyways, honestly. ( Half-joking when he says that, leaning in and pressing himself against Ratchet's frame. Purrrrrr. ) Do you have any work left for the night?

⠀ If I may, I’d like to know anything about those who’ve been bothering them. Any information will do. ( Not only does he think Sinthesis owes him a rematch but sounds like he has another task at servo, should Roboto provide him with additional info on the Horde. As for Drift’s injuries, a good —

⠀ ( Fingers lightly brushing over Ratchet’s chassis, running up and down. ) I don’t think I need any words to tell you how I feel about you being in the same vicinity as Getaway — should’ve left him with only one arm. ( Slight grumble. )

⠀ ( Moving to crouch to stand closer to the minibot’s height. Taking a moment to read Roboto’s aura. . . Friendly and curious, so he won’t pry any longer. ) Yes, one of them. Have they been troubling you? ( Optics briefly hardening at that before regaining all calmness. )

⠀ ( Optics landing on the medic, immediate relief, crossing the room to Ratchet’s side. ) Yes, I’m aware. ( Spoken grimly, servo hovering over where his conjunx’s spark chamber would be underneath. )

⠀ ( No sign of his conjunx in his hab, beeline made for the medbay. Barging in without much warning. ) Ratchet?

⠀ ( Slipping down the halls, towards Ratchet’s hab. Gotta protect the growing sparkling from potential stress and harm. 🏃 )

eldigan sorry in advance, I’m a little tipsy

⠀ ( Hmm. His aura senses tell him there’s a BITCH on the ship rn. )

⠀ ( Andddd there goes his balance, barely avoiding falling over. Glancing over at him. Finials twitching.❓ ) Oh, me? I got into a fight recently. It. . . Admittedly didn’t go well but I made it out okay in the end.

⠀ ( Maintaining his balance, unmoving for the most part. )

⠀ ( Attempting to stand on just one pede, optics dimmed, mediating. . . )

⠀ ( Whew, that was a close one. Shifting into root mode and leaning against a wall to watch as she drives around in circles. ) Pretty sure that’ssss. . . Drift four, Rodimus three? Better catch up soon. ( 😌 )

⠀ ( Practically neck and neck now, attempting to pull just a tad bit ahead to get there before her! Engine revving loudly. )

⠀ ( Those are some fighting words, Rodimus! Don’t get overconfident now. Holding back an amused laugh during his attempts at regaining the lead. Almost to the track. )

⠀ ( Immediately coming to a screeching pause upon noticing and spinning around to follow her. HEY— rude. 😒 ) ( Jk. )

⠀ ( NYOOOOOOOOOOOM. To the race track. Perhaps she might! Unless she suddenly takes a shortcut. He's been purposely driving the long way to the track to further assist. )

⠀ ( Drift will also apologize for his own tire marks later. For the time being however. . . Still zooming ahead and through the halls, heading in the direction of the ship's race track. Smart move. )

⠀ ( AHEM, clearing his throat. Finial twitch. ) How this? I challenge you to a race. If I win, you have to sit through mediating later. If you win? Name your terms after. Cool? Cool! ( Already transforming into alt-mode and zooming away. Better catch up! )

⠀ I am not stabbing you—

⠀ Don’t lie. Besides your aura has gay written all over it. I know because I just read it. ( 😌🫵 )

⠀ Yes, a sparkling. Only if you think you’re ready as well. ( Small hum escaping from him, optics closing again, remaining that way this time. ) I haven’t thought about any potential names yet, but we can discuss this more soon.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏. ⠀

⠀ ( Engine purring, attempting to scoot as close as possible to Ratchet. ) I’ve been thinking something a lot lately, to be honest. I don’t know if you think we’re ready for the next step, but what do you think about sparklings?

eldigan body’s decided we’re not gonna be able to keep any food I’ve eaten down today and I feel like shit 🫠 so sporadic replies today

⠀ ( The doubt still lingers but pushed to the back of his processor, faint purr emitting from his engine. Laying there for a while in the quiet. ) . . . There’s another thing, actually. ( Optics opening. )

⠀ ( That lifts some of the doubt lingering over his processor, now leaning his face into his servos. Optics closing. ) Mm. Alright.

⠀ ( Still studying his conjunx's features throughly, still expecting to see something he won't find there. Shoulders slumping. finials lowered. ) . . . Am I a disappointment to you?

⠀ ( Optics scanning Ratchet's expression, as if he's searching for something. . . Biting the inside of his mouth, another ex-vent. ) I need to ask something. Be honest with me.

⠀ ( Hesitantly leaning back into his embrace, finials twitching. Softly ex-venting, eventually rolling over to face him. ) . . . I love you too. ( Drift knows. )

⠀ ( Drift's grateful for Ratchet's company and him putting his swords up, even if he doesn't say it. Starting to curl up into himself, servo covering his faceplates shifting more over to give him space on the berth. Despite the cold shoulder, he wouldn't turn down the touch. )

⠀ ( Locking the door once they're both in his habsuite. Not bothering with putting either sword on the mount on the wall, simply dropping them on the ground before laying on the berth, back turned to his conjunx. )

CALLOUT on VEESANDRA. This one does include NSFW content, MINORS BEWARE, and was too long for me to have formatted it on a thread here with no bookmarks. I do plan to add subtabs for my screen-reader users out there for the screenshots when i get the time. docs.google.com/document/d/1...

⠀ ( He continued walking along in silence, sliding both swords into their respective sheaths at his sides, only pausing to punch the code in to unlock his hab, stepping inside, waiting to close the door after Ratchet's joined him inside. )