[ CATCH-ALL FOR DRIFT, JUNE & REWIND ]

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Who: Drift, June, Rewind, and YOU
Where: mostly the city, but u know, about
When: (wiggles hand)
What: catch-all log! do the thing! let me know if u want a starter
Warnings: probably unprecedented amounts of gay tbh

yooo feel free to tag in with a starter or let me know if you want me to write one

DRIFT has recently been discharged from the medibay after getting his ass kicked by Tarn, although the nasty Decepticon brand Tarn carved into his chest has now been covered up thanks to Rodimus giving Drift his own badge.

JUNE has been hanging around the medibay, trying to scrounge up some supplies for a human clinic, and being a general mom.

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Re: FOR DRIFTO

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When Drift opens the door to see Pipes, he has two thoughts: he's glad to see Pipes! It's been a while, not since before Drift ran into Tarn.

And then: oh my god, Tarn was out and about and Pipes was unprotected all that time.

Drift feels his spark plummet in his chest at that thought -- when he learned about Pipes' death from Ratchet, Drift promised himself he'd look out for Pipes, that he wouldn't let anything happen to the hapless little bot. It's not as though he's not totally capable of taking care of himself, except that he also has the self-preservation instinct of a lemming. So when Drift cracks the door open his mind goes straight from "hey little bud" to "you could have died" in about two seconds and Drift slams the door the rest of the way open, optics lighting up in alarm.

"Pipes! Are you all right?"

Re: FOR DRIFTO

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"--Alright? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

He's stuck to exploring inside buildings, for now. Tapping his fingers on the plant pot, Pipes tilts his head.

"I'm, uh. Glad to see you well, though."

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Oh. Oh good. Drift's sense catches up to him as relief floods his spark and he brightens his expression, half-grinning a little awkwardly. He reaches forward and plants a firm hand on Pipes' shoulder, giving him a little shake.

"Good! Glad to hear it," Drift says brightly, totally ignoring the question. He softens up a bit at Pipes' sincere sentiment, though, briefly squeezing the little bot's shoulder before he withdraws his hand. Drift's usually pretty blase about his own personal safety, but even moreso now because he doesn't want to spook Pipes. "Yeah, I was a little banged up, but I'm doing all right. Hey, what's that you've got there?"

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"Little banged up. huh?" Pipes decides not to press, though it's a little worrying how casually Drift shrugged it off. Ironically, he silently decides to keep an optic on Drift himself.

"Oh! It's a... house warming gift, I guess. I thought it looked nice!"

He holds the plant up, clearly quite pleased with himself.

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"Oh! Hey, yeah, it does." Drift's smile softens a little, reaching to relieve Pipes of the potted plant. The technorganic fauna on this Cybertron is kind of disconcerting, but Drift finds a certain beauty in it. He thinks it's really thoughtful of Pipes, actually.

"Thank you, Pipes. Why don't you come in for a while?" He waves Pipes in, turning to find a windowsill to place the plant on. There's definitely a slight hobble to his step, even though he's walking pretty well for a guy who just got off a hospital slab. A little banged up was obviously a gross understatement. "Rodimus isn't around, so it's just me here."

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He follows Drift in, watching his limp. Wow buddy you are NOT VERY GOOD AT LYING. Regardless, Drift is better and very much Not Dead, Pipes doesn't really want to press. Not yet, anyway.

"Ahh I didn't realise you were staying together. Captains gotta stick by each other, right?"

Yes they're living with each other because they're part of the command trio, clearly. Guess who hasn't been told about Drift's "exile" yet! Fun.

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It's okay, Pipes, Drift doesn't really want to tell you about it. Or about your death. Let's not mention that, like, ever. Drift will protect you.

"Oh, ah -- yeah," Drift says in agreement, even though he's not even remotely captain. Third in command once, but with Megatron in the (co)captaincy, what does that make him now? Fourth in command? Is that even a thing? "Well, and friends, too." As if anyone could possibly fail to notice how close Drift and Rodimus are. "And beside that, I think it's a better idea to hole up together with everything that's been going on." Like Tarn beating Drift within an inch of his life. Like that.

Drift peers at Pipes as he sets down the potted plant on the windowsill next to some small sculptures that resemble nitrodeer, though, putting a hand on the little bot's shoulder before he lowers himself gingerly into the apartment's lone chair. Aside from the ornaments on the windowsill the place is pretty bare. "Do you have a place to stay, Pipes?"

[planate]

He frowns lightly. Somehow.

"I, uh..."

No. He doesn't. "Just kinda slept wherever? I didn't think it really mattered."