Noping right off Cybertron

[vandalization]

Who: Wing, Drift and Sweary McCurseface
What: Close encounters of the NOPE kind.
Where: Vandal's House of Nope.
When: Shortly after Wing's creeper post.
Warnings: Vandallllllllll.



"Okay, we're going. We gotta go. Come on, Drift. You can't walk with your feet still all fucked up like that. You gotta get on my back, but we need to go now."

Yep. Definitely wanting to get the fuck out of dodge right now. Preferably before Wing gets there. Her only saving grace is that he can't fly right now at least, but she's not really too keen on letting her guard down. They're going to Solus temple, damn it. She was all suited up and ready to go.

And plenty nervous to boot. She really isn't sure what's wrong with Wing, but she doesn't want to find out first hand, alone.

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[sword_redemption]

Drift has been sitting in a pile of flower petals, staring at his hands, what little protrude from the floppy sweater, lost in his own emo. If this isn't punishment, why does it feel like one? And even if things get changed back they'll still have to deal with...this. All of it.

Still, he catches the urgency in her voice, looking up. "Why? What's going on?"