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!
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?
[ Drift smiles. Any ribbing of Ratchets age is in good fun. Of course when Riptide asks him that question he can't help himself. He dissolves into full on laughter. He doubles up on the sofa, hooting with wheezy laughter for a good thirty seconds. Sorry Riptide. It's not a dumb question, he promises.]
Ha! Everyone knew it! [he slaps his hand off his thigh.] Gross! But also! Oh, we've all thought about it, right? Uh, Rodimus, I mean. Not you two, uh, together. That would be gross.
Yeah, yeah. I get it. I guess I just never really worried about it too much.
[ He leans over against Riptide, bracing himself against the bigger mech. ]
But uh, for the ceremony, it's pretty standard. We bare our sparks, say why we want to be amica. All that stuff. It's really nice, honestly. Feeling close to someone like that.
[ Drift stands opposite Riptide and offers his hands out to the other. At the same time, he lets his own spark chamber slide open, bathing the room the combined glow. ]
Oh, this feels weird. [okay. okay. riptide shutters his optics for a moment to concentrate.] Okay. I choose you to, uh, be my amica, because... um... you're really cool! And funny! I love you a lot despite everything you think should make me not like you.
Oh, it does. I feel... [he trails off, staring at the blank screen of the tv.] ...I don't know, actually. How do I say something like you were my first without you laughing at me?
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I'm older than Megatron, actually.
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...What?
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[ Drift is finally starting to catch his breath. Phew. ]
Uh. It's just that Rodimus and I used to hook up. So the phrasing...
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[ Drift sounds amused by that. ]
He's a pretty mech. For a bit I thought we might end up more than amica but I don't think he realized what he had while he had it.
[ Drift leans back into the sofa with an amused laugh. ]
Why's it gross? It's just fragging.
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[ He leans over against Riptide, bracing himself against the bigger mech. ]
But uh, for the ceremony, it's pretty standard. We bare our sparks, say why we want to be amica. All that stuff. It's really nice, honestly. Feeling close to someone like that.
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[riptide leaves the tv running and stands up, popping his tits open to show his spark.]
Let's do this! Changed my mind. Second wind of confidence.
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Should we turn the TV off first?
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[he shifts over awkwardly, reaching around his open chest panels to jab at the device.]
Right! Let's do this.
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Ready.
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Riptide, I accept your friendship and also choose you to be my amica. For your bravery, your honesty, and your kindness.
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[clack! chest panels closed.]
Well. That was easy!
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It's pretty straightforward, but it feels a little different afterwards.
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[ Drift smiles, trying to convey a sense of confidence and ease. ]
It's not like I've done it that many more times.