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re_alignment_logs2014-07-01 10:21 pm
happyclappyhippydrippy) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-07-01 10:21 pm
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[CLOSED] weenies
WHO: Drift and Wing
WHERE: Hippie house (aka Drift and Wing's rad bachelor pad at the Hub)
WHEN: As soon as Wing gets back from THIS.
WHAT: Drift being an emotionally constipated weenie and Wing being Wing
WARNINGS: Hippies
[Okay, so maybe Drift was having mixed feelings about Wing "going out" with Knock Out. On one hand, HEY, he was making friends and all. That was good! It wasn't really fair that Drift was hogging someone as good as Wing all to himself anyway. At least, that's how he felt sometimes, considering they lived together, sparred together, trained together, meditated together... yeah. They were practically glued at the hip at this point. He couldn't blame Wing if he wanted to get away from him every now and then.
On the other hand, Drift couldn't help but feel a little... off. Jealous? He wasn't really sure what it was, but either way, he didn't like that he felt that way. He certainly wasn't entitled to Wing's time or attention, but part of him liked it. Almost craved it, even, and that bothered him. He'd chalked it up to being afraid of losing him again, and while that might have been true, in the back of his mind he knew there was more to it than that. And that bothered him, too.
Basically, everything was bothering him, and he felt stupid for being bothered. Man, what a pain.
So here he was, waiting up for Wing to return and busying himself with tidying up his side of their shared room, trying to distract himself from being a gigantic weenie.]
WHERE: Hippie house (aka Drift and Wing's rad bachelor pad at the Hub)
WHEN: As soon as Wing gets back from THIS.
WHAT: Drift being an emotionally constipated weenie and Wing being Wing
WARNINGS: Hippies
[Okay, so maybe Drift was having mixed feelings about Wing "going out" with Knock Out. On one hand, HEY, he was making friends and all. That was good! It wasn't really fair that Drift was hogging someone as good as Wing all to himself anyway. At least, that's how he felt sometimes, considering they lived together, sparred together, trained together, meditated together... yeah. They were practically glued at the hip at this point. He couldn't blame Wing if he wanted to get away from him every now and then.
On the other hand, Drift couldn't help but feel a little... off. Jealous? He wasn't really sure what it was, but either way, he didn't like that he felt that way. He certainly wasn't entitled to Wing's time or attention, but part of him liked it. Almost craved it, even, and that bothered him. He'd chalked it up to being afraid of losing him again, and while that might have been true, in the back of his mind he knew there was more to it than that. And that bothered him, too.
Basically, everything was bothering him, and he felt stupid for being bothered. Man, what a pain.
So here he was, waiting up for Wing to return and busying himself with tidying up his side of their shared room, trying to distract himself from being a gigantic weenie.]
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[He'll head to his berth, plucking Skyhopper from his head so he can lie down.]
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[RECHARGE TIME YOU SHITTY CAT, time for an engine revving noise contest with this purring monstrosity.]
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