I have only started developing hobbies... I mean not entirely true, but I have for the ship here started them. Though I admit, the cooking is newest to me. [ He sets the basket to the ground in front of the large window to watch the stars pass. ]
Would you... like to kiss me? Perhaps that is a forward that is right for both of us? It could be chaste to the forhead, it could be on my lips. It could mean what ever you want it to mean. [ Optimus turns to face Riptide.]
You are a dear friend, a friend whom I care for in a way I can not explain.
You know, I actually trust if you wanted to say no you would've just said no. [he rests his cheek on his fist, looking sidelong at drift.] I guess I just didn't think too far ahead...
Also, that makes you sound really old. You're so old, Drift.
I feel that, [he mutters, looking over when he optimus looks at him. he gets the impression optimus wants a proper kiss, so he leans into meet his mouth with his own.]
[ Optimus' face is pleasantly warm, reaching his hands up to touch each side of Riptide's own. Loose enough for him to slip away with done, but not before Optimus kisses softly back. ]
Old! You're so old! [he laughs, shoving at the other autobot.] Wow. I can't believe you're so ancient and everything in life led you to watching this dumb TV show with me!
[it's nice, the warmth. makes it feel like he's doing the right thing, makes it feel comfortable. riptide can't help himself smiling into it before he pulls back.]
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU ADDED A BUNCH OF-- mmm!!!!! Do you even remember what it is you added?? What if it's radioactive or whatever and hurts the organics?! We'd be in so much trouble!
[ The sheer startle of the slap sends Prime stumbled a step with a yelp. He stands there arms forward, leaned and posed quite foolishly. He slowly returns to stand and silently as his finnels pose back stares up at Riptide. ]
[ The finnels move back and forth as he looks back and he brings his arms to his chest, there are gears turning in his head and he nods. ]
Ratchet was a grumpy old man waving his cane at people before Primus existed, I'm sure. [he says with a snort. then abruptly remembers that ratchet died of old age and burn out and immediately feels a little terrible.] ...What, uh, was it like when you and Rodimus did it? Do we have to like... do it a certain way or is it literally just however?
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