re_alignment_logs | When skies are cloudy and gray, they're only gray for a day...

WHO: Vandal and Wing
WHERE: The yet-unnamed bar at Haven’s Hub. (the rec center)
WHEN: Sometime last week, after Drift leaves for the Badlands and before the bar opens officially
WHAT: Finishing touches on the bar and decorating for the grand opening. Also friends drinking and being stupid. Probably more of the latter than the former, whoops.
WARNINGS: Vandal's mouth, and probably bad innuendo and sex jokes?

It'd been a trying time: friends lost, unseen enemies, and forces they didn't completely understand let alone how to fight. Drift's declaration of love and the following dedication between them was a shining bright point among it all, but lingering on it also brought worry alongside it: because Drift was on a dangerous mission out in the Badlands and who knew what the result would be.

But he had faith in Drift. He just needed to be patient. Keeping busy helped, a lot. Plus he'd promised Drift he'd watch after Vandal. No more friends were allowed to disappear. The bar's grand opening was coming soon and they needed to make sure everything was working properly. Plus the place needed some decoration, it was far too stark and bland the way it was currently.

And so here's Wing, seated on the floor and humming to himself, surrounded by a whole lot of junk that could be pretty or interesting with the right treatment.

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"God you guys are so damn into each other it's cute. You're both so fucking lucky. And I totally would."

Her touch turns less experimental and more tuned to comfort him.

"You can feel me breathe huh? Like I was alive or something, imagine that." But then again breathing isn't a thing they do, so she can kind of understand why it would be a point to notice.

The helm flair she was patting gets a joking tweak.

"Haha- yes. And that's kind of the point. Seriously it's just you and me here. Say whatever you want!"

"I can't help it, I have a weakness for..." A lot of things, many of which Drift is. And, wait...what was he saying? Whatever Vandal is doing now seems to make him just a little melty. He lets out a long, low chirr, his optics shuttering slightly. "I am lucky..._{and I know he'll come back...}

"Wind speed...shifts in atmospheric attributes...heat, moisture..." It comes out as a mumble, sort of sleepily, as long as you pet his flares like that. "It's most obvious when you laugh or shout though...because you're standing right there."

And then Wing squeaks, startled out of his reverie with that tweak. "F-fffffffuck. I mean--ow. What was that for?" There, how was that?

He gets a lopsided smile, barely stifled laughter.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. Your first F-bomb. God you're adorable." She pats his head apologetically, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

Her hands go back to petting, nimble fingers working into places hard to reach.

"I guess it's not really something you guys do. Breathing. In a way, I guess. But not really. I don't even think about it."

"I do aim to please." It might sound haughty if he weren't so drunk. "And thank you. You're pretty cute yourself." he does seem quite proud of himself now as well, and he makes a pleased little huff under that kiss to his forehead.

"Well, you could say we breathe but we don't respirate. Our cooling system does do air exchange, which we can take in and expel through various vents." He sounds quite matter-of-fact and especially nonchalant when he adds, "It makes kissing really easy."

"Ohhh you're just saying that." She grins, rubbing the spot she'd kissed with her thumb before sliding over his shoulder and flopping comfortably into his lap.

"I'll bet it does. You know humans can breathe through their noses, too."

Because that is totally just as good.

"That is not true!" He turns his helm slightly to peer at her. "Are you doubting the integrity of my words?!"

Oh dear Vandal, he sounds offended now. But only sort of...

He shifts slightly, making a slightly better lap for her to lounge in. "Really? I was never quite sure how it worked. Thank goodness though. That seems incredibly inconvenient otherwise!"

He takes a long draw off his drink, only to find it mostly empty. He reaches up trying to hit the tap and fill his glass from his seat on the floor...only he kind of misses and only gets 2/3s of the high grade in his glass.

"....whoops."

"Oh honey calm down."

It's great when giant robots shape their behavior to make you comfortable. She gladly nestles down a bit more in his lap.

"Yeah. I know, doesn't really seem logical, but yes."

Calmly, she watches him attempt to refill, chuckling as he makes a mess.

"Wing... maybe you've had enough."

"Aw, I was only joking actually. Well mostly. I'm sure you wouldn't really doubt me."

Wing likes to be useful, and when he's this drunk acting as furniture is about the best he can manage. That and comic relief.

"Heeeeey-hey. Watch what you're snuggling up against down there arite? Eeeesh." He's only half joking, really. And he's only half-complaining too.

"No it doesn't. Seem logical." He guesses. What where they talking about before?

"NEVER!" He kind of shouts, as if appalled she suggest that he give-up. "You're not under the table yet. Annnnd neither am I!"

"Ohhhh sorry." Someone have a problem with a squirmy human in your lap? She certainly doesn't have half the mind to stop moving though. Mostly just voices the apology.

She barks a too-loud laugh.

"No, but you're definitely plastered, you big lush!" She reaches back and tweaks the wiring in his knee-joint with a lopsided grin.

No, it's not really a problem. Well, not yet anyway.

"You are not. If you were you'd stop." Not that he really seems that put out about it. He just has a vague notion that this should really be awkward. Especially considering she's poised to notice any increase in heat in, well, certain areas.

Obviously more high grade will fix this awkwardness, right?

"Vandal why are you so LOUD?" Laughter is good though, so it's not a complaint, just an observation. And equally loud one. Almost like he's trying to make an example. Or show her up? It's hard to tell.

What were they talking about again? He's pondering this when she gives him a pinch behind the knee and he yips. "Hey now!" Something like a lopsided pout. "That's sensitive."

"You are correct." She doesn't even bother denying it. That's too much effort.

"And you're louder. Always. You're bigger. I'm just compensating." Totally makes sense. Though that's truer in a sense than she realizes.

"That's kind of the point, Wing."

Duh.

When skies are cloudy and gray, they're only gray for a day...

LMAO yes perfect

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OMG HOW DID I LOSE THIS! D...;

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oh gawd I suck

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