But the public walkway isn't the place for an interview, so Magnus leads Riptide into an interrogation room in silence. At least one guy came in of his own volition.]
Hey, no! Setting up implies I was doing it on purpose, and bomb implies that's what it was meant to be from the beginning! I resent that! I'll have you know it was neither of those things.
[he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.]
I don't remember how any of it went down, but Drift had nothing to do with it!
[AND SO: riptide allows himself to be ferried to the brig without much complaint. a couple days later, when the strings appear around the ship, he doesn't really pay them much heed. whatever. what new bullshit. he knows one of them is attached to getaway, and he hates that.
doesn't realise there's one connecting him to magnus! riptide hasn't bothered to touch them much after he felt getaway's.]
[Eventually, Minimus has to sweep the brig and create safe walking paths free of strings and other hazards. He returns to the brig armed with a long broom and a sack of bricks, avoiding touching any of those unnecessary emotions. Strangely, there's one connected to his hand that won't sit aside like a well behaved string, no matter how much he angles it.
It turns out that it's because it's directly linked to one of the mechs jailed here.]
Riptide? [He hooks the end of the broom handle on the string and pushes it aside.] Please organize your cell. I have some supplies to keep them from touching you.
Nah, I'm good. [he says with a shrug, then holds a hand up when he realises it makes one of the strings move with more intensity. it connects to minimus, and one of riptide's optical ridges raise.] Woah...
Right? Super weird. I guess it's a subspace thing?
[he reaches out to touch it and push it aside while he grabs a brick, then gasps lightly, expression delighted.]
Is this how you feel about me?!
[riptide doesn't have to words to say "parental" but he sure does understand that protectiveness and appreciation. his own feelings towards minimus cant heavily toward a lot of love and respect too, despite the situation he's currently in.]
[Too late, time for emotions. Minimus grabs his own end as if he could possibly yank it out of Riptide's hands and ends up feeling a sense of respect. Despite being in jail, he...cares about making Minimus happy?]
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[he walks along behind magnus with no further complaint, miraculously.]
For the record, it was an accident.
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But the public walkway isn't the place for an interview, so Magnus leads Riptide into an interrogation room in silence. At least one guy came in of his own volition.]
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What now? Do I tell you the fun time I was having with Drift?
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[he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.]
I don't remember how any of it went down, but Drift had nothing to do with it!
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[If this conversation must go in circles, let it be. Riptide isn't convincing Magnus.]
How did it explode accidentally?
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Would Tailgate or Drift know? The former was caught on camera.
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Nope!
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I will speak to them later.
You will stay here for the night.
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[AND SO: riptide allows himself to be ferried to the brig without much complaint. a couple days later, when the strings appear around the ship, he doesn't really pay them much heed. whatever. what new bullshit. he knows one of them is attached to getaway, and he hates that.
doesn't realise there's one connecting him to magnus! riptide hasn't bothered to touch them much after he felt getaway's.]
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It turns out that it's because it's directly linked to one of the mechs jailed here.]
Riptide? [He hooks the end of the broom handle on the string and pushes it aside.] Please organize your cell. I have some supplies to keep them from touching you.
[Namely, bricks.]
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[He sets the bag on the ground and starts sliding bricks between the bars one by one.]
Strange how it appears to grow shorter the closer we are to one another.
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[he reaches out to touch it and push it aside while he grabs a brick, then gasps lightly, expression delighted.]
Is this how you feel about me?!
[riptide doesn't have to words to say "parental" but he sure does understand that protectiveness and appreciation. his own feelings towards minimus cant heavily toward a lot of love and respect too, despite the situation he's currently in.]
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[Too late, time for emotions. Minimus grabs his own end as if he could possibly yank it out of Riptide's hands and ends up feeling a sense of respect. Despite being in jail, he...cares about making Minimus happy?]
...What?
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What, what?
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...You...wish that I were proud of you?
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