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Who: Drift, Vandal and Wing
What: An evening drive
When: After this
Warnings fluffier than a blowdried sheep

Drift was worried about Vandal. He figured anyone seeing that post would worry. She looked different. Tense, like under stress. And he couldn't do much: he wasn't First Aid. He wasn't Rung. He couldn't do anything to help her...except this.

He rolled up outside her trailer. The last time he'd been here had been back then, when he could fit inside the trailer. It felt strange to see it again from the 'right' perspective, feeling less weak and powerless. She'd been so strong for him back then, even facing Wing, she'd been stronger and smarter than he was. He wished she could see that, could see herself the way he did.

He stays in his alt mode, giving a fast little honk. "Ready?" He was determined to make tonight go well, to keep that smile on her face.

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Aahahahaha, victory.

"Your turn, Vandal. Now you have to say you're the prettiest lady here." He was never one, after all, not to press an advantage.

And he gives Wing his biggest smirk, wiggling his hips against the jet. "A little what, Wing?"

When Drift turns the tables, they stay turned.

"What? No! That's nnhh- wow I'm actually stuck here pretty good..." Give her a moment to marvel at just how trapped she is, "Well whatever, I could lay here all day, Fluffers. Try harde-"

Oh. Wow. What is that that's going on behind her? She squirms, giving Drift a look.

"Wow should I uh. Give you two some room or something because I'm pretty sure I-"

Did he just wiggle?

"Drift! Seriously!"

He laughs at the banter between Vandal and Drift, the sound rumbling through his chassis. He could push up, lifting his shoulders to give her a little more space, but not much given the good grip Drift has around his waist. Whoops, guess she'll just have to stay stuck.

"It's a little distracting is all..." No problem though, he's an mature mech, he'll just try and settle himself casually, like there's nothing compromising about this at all.

"No, no Karrie. You're fine." His tone is what you could only call 'casually defiant'...until Drift wiggles. "There's nothing going on here that I can't han^dle!"

Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Or at least how the mighty have gotten slightly squished. "Fluffers." Oh, really.

"You know Vandal, I've been studying where you tickle me and...I think the same spots might work on you. .....want to try?"

He laughs, slipping one hand over Wing's back, tweaking one of the folded flightpanels.

"Drift is always 'seriously', Vandal."

"UH," Wellthere is about a million things happening right at this moment, but the suggestion Drift drops makes her wriggle and scrabble against his chassis, trying to beat a hasty retreat in futility.

"No! I'm totally fine I think you should just keep that to yourself-" Funny how she can dish it out but...

"I'll seriously your face!"

It seems Drift has them both right where he wants them.

If this situation wasn't comical before, it certainly is now. Wing can't contain it, and he lets his forehelm drop onto Drift's chestplate with a thud (have fun dodging the pointy audials near your face Drift) as peals of laughter erupt from him. This completely blocks Vandal's escape from one side and makes his whole torso vibrate with the sound. Take that, Mr. Wiggles.

The tweak to his flight panel earns a startled yelp and a resulting twitch, knocking Wing out of his fit of humor. "Now that's just unfair, coming at me on two fronts!"

"Heh. Just keep it in mind, Karrie." She doesn't need to know he wouldn't actually risk it--too afraid of hurting her by accident. "Now tell me you're the most beautiful lady here."

"Nice try," Drift says to Wing, but his voice isn't quite so cocksure as before ~~shush yes~~. Wing might feel his EM field fuzz against him. Still, he has committed to the act, so he'll soldier on.

"Oh, and two of you on me was 'fair'?"

Damn it. She may be sandwiched between two very attractive robots, under threat of her own medicine, but she still has her pride ~~sort of~~.

"I'm the only lady here. Unless you have a confession to make Dri-" Wow so that's definitely vibration against her back and she knows damn well she wasn't the intended recipient but wow.

Wow wow wow. She squirms with a renewed vigor.

"Ahahahaha okay come on joke's over guys aha..."

"Who said I was trying?" Okay maybe a little. He'll note that fuzz and giggle a little, though it's not like his is entirely contained either.

"It's possible, depends on what constitutes a lady." Wing gives Drift the cheekiest of all grins, with consideration given to their current arrangement.

Okay now the squirming is getting a little distracting, though for mildly different reasons.

"If you really want up I can do that Karrie." He's just checking, to be certain. As it is he rolls slightly more to the side. "Though this could be really nice. _{Assuming the two of you don't gang up on me next."}

"Going to have to prove it to you again, Wing?" A glint of challenge in his optics, as he bumps his hips up against Wing. "We'd have a witness this time."

He's giddy, mostly from the proximity of Wing against him, and a wee little bit of triumph.

He does loosen his legs' grip around Wing's body. He's proved his point.

Well she doesn't know what to make of this, really. She's not sure if she's mildly turned on or if she should feel like a terribly squishy third wheel.

"U-um."

She finally manages to loose herself and roll off of Drift onto the floor. Fortunately she has that nice big fluffy comforter they got her to hide her red face in.

Wing coughs and peers up at Drift. "Maybe you do. My memory is poor, I might need a reminder." His field ripples with that bump and he shifts, his skirting panels sliding over the insides of Drift's thighs. Oops did he do that? "If that's the case you'd have to put on your best performance."

He can't stop with the cheekiness; there's laughter behind ever word and he's pleasantly warmed by the companionship. "Don't go too far Karrie, it's not the same without you."

He smirks. "I'll just have to keep giving you reminders, then, won't I?"

He lets Vandal wriggle free: let her learn the lesson of taunting the Mighty and Fearsome Drift.

But the fun of it was more to tease them than to push too hard, so he swings up one hand, pulling Wing in for a quick, teasing kiss, before cocking his head significantly toward the pink frilly mass.

"I think you guys can fuck pretty well without me, actually."

Because she was essentially caught between them on the cusp of just that. Again, not really sure how to feel about it. Probably all the wrong things.

~~I should not feel this way~~

No, she'll just meld into the comforter until she's entirely engulfed.

"Maybe daily." He matches Drift's smirk until he's pulled into that kiss and accepts the promise within it--and that'd better be a promise, or Wing will have more than words with you Drift, the Mighty and Fearsome.

"We could, but that's not what we're actually here for..." He regards Drift and then the mass of fluffy pinkness with a tilt of his head. _{"It's just. So poofy..."}

Of course this means he has to reach out and poke it gently.

"Maybe we want witnesses." Oh, he's feeling his proverbial oats. He will likely regret all of this in the morning but this is a different kind of regret than he's used to, one he'd probably prefer.

There's definitely a promise in that kiss, and Drift keeps his promises.

But right now there's a ball of poofy cupcake fabric which deserves some continued harassment.

"Perhaps this is human protective camouflage, or maybe, some kind of chrysalis." He's trying for Perceptor's tone of voice and probably missing it by miles.

"Well I- Mmfff-" Oh he so did not just poke her. She flops over the other direction, which really only looks like the blanket is moving in a mass blob, scooting away at a snail's pace.

There's a slightly offended huff.

"Yeah? That's not really fair, Drift." Whatever she means by that.

"You're not far off. I'll emerge definitely more drunk than I was before."

Wing places a kiss in the middle of Drift's chestplate. "Mm-hmm, I like sharing wonderful things." Oops, did it get suddenly sappy in here?

He snickers slightly at the slow moving pink blob. "She's getting away. No, Drift. Really you shouldn't--" He pokes again, even more gently, from the other side this time.

"Chrysalis? Meaning she'll come out even prettier than before?" Or maybe just drunker, apparently. "Now that's what's unfair. She has drink and we don't."

He can't help but glow at the fond kiss on his chassis. It may be sappy, but, well, he's in the mood for sap.

But it's hard not to laugh at the slow inching blob of fabric. "I was hoping for less clothes." Because, well, why not?

She flops in the opposite direction at the second poke, giving an irritated grunt.

"You guys are both flatterers and you know that won't get you any-"

Wow did. Did Drift just...

Well that gets her to poke her head out of the blanket and just. Stare at them both, waiting for some kind of punchline.

"E-excuse me?"

Yep. Definitely bright red.

"Drift, isn't that the same thing?" It's true, Wing is starting to think he likes Vandal better in her RIG or nothing at all. Not that he knows exactly what the latter looks like.

......yet?

He smirks a little and looks up at Drift, then settles his helm back down on the other's chest, the smirk stretching into a full bodied smile. "Either way I call it an improvement."

"See? I think the change in her coloring is a sign. The whole chrysalis thing." He gives a sage nod. He knows humans! Except not really and not when making things up is more fun.

"Come on, Karrie. You saw me when I was human. Without pants, even. I sat in your lap, for frag's sake."

He makes a compelling argument. He thinks. It's hard to think clearly with Wing cuddled against him.

Okay. Be calm. Breathe. Take a drink. It's probably just an innocent naive robot thing. They probably don't know any better.

"Guys. You. Do realize the connotations of that, don't you?"

She's still not sure if maybe they're teasing her. And she really doesn't want to think about the fact that she's getting her hopes up.

She covers her mouth nonchalantly to cover her expression.

"That's. Not the same- are you guys... are you messing with me?" Because why. Why would they? It doesn't compute for her.

"That must be it. I wonder if the specific color has significance?" Well actually, if the romance novels he's read bits of are correct then this is an indication of something entirely different, but Wing is following Drift's lead in this so he doesn't spoil it.

But, oh. Perhaps someone is actually, unexpectedly, interested...?

Wing's tone turns genuine but still casual, keeping things relaxed. "There are several yes? I'm...not opposed to any of them..." Wing glances up at Drift, as if to confirm or elaborate.

It's true. Drift has no idea. He's just teasing. "Well, I mean, you want to see us, you know, to repair us. It's only fair, right?"

Right?

"Come on, Vandal, or we'll have to play that drinking game again." Then again, though he sucked at that, it might be fun to play with Wing. "Or this other one I've heard of. Truth or dare?"

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sorry last night kinda sucked ;-;

/hugs/ it's okay bby

No worries sweetie. /hugs

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