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[ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

[There's apparently a lot of giant robots around here. This one's looking a little out-of-sorts though, and it's pretty clear why, when he holds up--or attempts to--a very large wiggly semi-transparent pink cube. Give him a break okay: it's quite slippery, given its gelatinous state.]

Uh. Does anyone...want this? I bought it in the marketplace. I thought it was, ya know, something I could eat. Apparently it's for organics though. [Don't ask how Drift knows this. A medical diagnostic might be on his to-do list though.] And apparently non-returnable now.

[He has no idea what organics would do with such a large quantity of 'strawberry jello' or why it has any right masquerading in the form of an energon cube, but oh well, lesson learned. Drift sets it down before it nearly slips from his hot little fingers, (nevermind the squelching noise please) and pulls out an energon ration pouch, the pink liquid inside sloshing around as he holds it up.]

I am looking for more of this though. It's our fuel, and trust me when I say it's not good for organics. If you see any though, let me know. I can pay you for it, if need be.

[Just...not a lot. What a time to be without his gold currency card. But seriously people, Drift really, really likes not staving! He's done that before and would rather not again. But you better believe he's just the type of idiot to give out what rations he brought with him to the others of his kind. Because even if he's not fond of starving, hey, positive side: he knows how to tolerate it probably better than anyone.]

So Wing, Rodimus, Megatron, anyone else... let me know what supplies you have? I have some rations, if you're in need.

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No you're right. [A sheepish chuckle.] I keep doing that. You can, I don't know, throw me around every time I try...

[He'd take fortune cookies too, as long as they come hand delivered by Wing.]

Definitely not wasting it. And I hope so. I just... Still getting used to the idea of these gem things...

Maybe I could do something else to remind you than that. New time, new place, new measures?

[Have some jet flirting, Drift. Subtle, yes?]

The gems, yes. What is yours? [Have some curious peering.]

Something else? [Color him interested!] Have you any suggestions, wise one?

[Yeah Wing, Drift wants to get a measure of your--AHEM. Okay he really shouldn't be thinking that right now, should he?]

Mine? [Wait, what's Wing looking at? Does he have x-ray vision? Is that his power? Oh Primus, Drift hopes there's nothing embarrassing in his storage.] My gem is orange. Which is time as I recall. What about you?

[Have a little peering in return, because it's in right now?]

Wise?

[That gets a laugh.]

Not hardly. But I think together we could think of a few.

[Of course he doesn't have x-ray vision. He would definitely misuse it. ]

Mine's green, they said it was for 'soul', but I don't know what that is.

Let me dream? [Shhh, he enjoys complimenting you Wing, let him do it. (and maybe idolizing you just a bit too.)] I'm sure if we put out helms together would get quite creative.

[or. other. parts.]

Soul? [That gets a little smile. How appropriate.] On Earth it's like their spirit. A spark. Minus the, uh, spark-ness.

[Don't ask them where they keep it, all his research comes up blank. Weird.]

We should do that at some point. Maybe over dinner?

[Why not go for the classic courtship scenario?

[He'll file that under 'humans: just like us, but smaller and without alts!' ]

Have you had a chance to explore yours? What it can do?

Dinner?? [Wait did he just...] Yes! Yes we should do that. Over dinner. [It doesn't even matter that they're rationing their energon. He could sit and watch Wing eat and be happy.]

[But wait, explore--]

My spark!?! [ahdjkhsjk WOW that is a forward question. Cue some intense robot blushing right here, faceplates heating. And cue some more in a few kliks when Drift realizes he's totally misconstrued that.]

[Yes, he did just. Sneak attack! One day he won't get the proverbial jump on you. One day.]

[Though he was really thinking more of soft lighting and privacy--he's sad it seems that Drift and he haven't had any with each other alone. Maybe he overstepped? ]

I mean, whenever you have time.

[Oh. Oh dear. Oh...now he can't stop thinking about that. All right, so maybe today is the day Drift gets the proverbial jump on Wing.]

I. Well. I meant the gem?

[That will be a day of celebration for Drift!

And he's good with soft lighting and privacy, very good. But maybe also very nervous?]

I have lots of time! For you...

[But then realization strikes several kliks too late.]

.....

Oh.... [^HA. COUGH.] Of course. Uh. No. I'm...not sure how to even practice for that to be honest? Er, the gem's power I mean. [Not the other thing. He doesn't need pra--ANYWAY!] I've been meditating to try and figure that out. What about you?

[Well, get your party hat on, then. If you can fit it between those finials.]

[But thanks, because now Wing is confused and even more flustered. ]

I. Er. [Flustered optic blinking. ]

I think maybe it will come if you try less hard? When it needs to happen, have faith that it will.

[Hey, he'll make it work. And just for Wing, find a way to not feel mortified by the experience.

And...yay? He's not sure if getting Wing all flustered without even trying is a thing he should be proud of or not.

CUE THE NERVOUS LAUGHTER]

I'm not trying too hard? Do you think I'm trying too hard? [...] At gem stuff? [Someone please remind his subprocessor that's what this conversation is about.]

[On second thought, if he really wants Wing's attention, he could wear a little less than more. Just a thought.]

I. Uh. I think maybe your level of effort could be experimented with, at least? We could compare techniques?

[Does that sound like a come on? Come on over, baby, and we'll chant together...?]

[oh. ...OH! Ahem. Noted. And then some....]

Maybe I have been over complicating it. [He ponders that suggestion. And then ponders it some more in the direction he's supposed to.]

I'd love to compare techniques! I'd, uh, welcome any tips; you've been doing this longer than I have.

[Take all the time to ponder that idea that you want, Drift. Wing will just be taking the 'wearing less' idea for a little spin. SO if he looks a little....distracted, it's not you, it's...yeah, it is kind of you.]

The best decisions come from the spark, not the mind.

[Though Wing's mind, at least, is offering some entertaining thoughts. AHEM.]

I think we should do it together, don't you?

[This conversation is going to go even more interesting places, assuming they both don't end up totally distracted. The potential for which is quite high, Drift's focus is not so hot but his imagination might be...]

I. Have to remember that.

[And remember to follow that instinct and stand up to others when their demands don't mesh. If anything, the Overlord experience made that abundantly clear. It was so much easier with Turmoil though, when he nothing to lose.

But those are dire thoughts and they are like a candle in the wind of the rest of this conversation. Keep moving forward Drift, not looking back!]

Would you? With me?

[Stilltalkingaboutmeditation. Stilltalkingaboutmeditation. Stilltalkingaboutmeditation. Okay not really.]

[Distracted is also an 'interesting' place, Drift. At least as far as Wing sees it.]

You just need to trust yourself, Drift.

Of course I would. We can help steady each other. Perhaps I could learn something from you.

[About meditation or....something else.]

[Interesting indeed. Maybe they should compare notes?]

I do. For the most part. It's just...

..._{not many others do}.

[And maybe they have good reason. But that brings him back to making sure his spark's in the right place. He doesn't ever want to get a blind as Prowl is.]

I. Well. Perhaps...? [askdkfjfj]

[Sorry what were we talking about again?]

[It can be like a study group! Snacks, swapping notes...~~sleepover~~.]

I believe in you, Drift. [He might not be enough, but it's something. Especially with the vehemence of his response. ]

Perhaps? Let me know when you'd like to. [Unless that perhaps is a nice 'no thank you'?]

[Triple yes to all of the above! Including visual aids and demonstrations.]

That's kept me going, you know. Remembering that you believed in me. That you still do.

[Where he would be without that, Drift is not sure.]

Something to teach you I mean. But uh, yes. Anytime. Really. Just call and I'll be there.

[Middle of the night? Sure. Caught in the washrack? Okay! Lost in Knowhere's brain again? He'll make it work!]

[....and hands-on training. Wing can try to manually align your chakras. ]

I'm glad it's be some help, Drift. It's a small enough thing to tell a mech the truth of what you see in him, though.

[Don't tempt him to call you at random intervals, Drift.]

You also, Drift.

[Good because they are terribly out of alignment. Especially all those ones in the middle.]

But it can have such a big impact.

[Part of him still isn't sure he deserves it, but the more he hears it, the smaller that part gets.]

I will. [A flash of a shy smile, he's so bad at ending conversations. He probably should though, before he says something super dumb.] I'll, uh, see you soon then?

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