CLOSED | Or open if you wanted to see Rodimus thrown around

[ancillary]

Who: Miranda and Rodimus with special guest star Dorito
Where: Outside Maccadam's
When: Vague hand gesture
What: The story of David and the Giant, Gofuckyourself
Warnings: Rodimus Trying

At some point navigating Cybertron became less a matter of guess work and more routine as she started mapping out the place on her own omni-tool - she had failed to trust anything direct from the network. At least not yet, anyway. So acclimatizing herself to the environment had inevitably required a lot of leg work with Maccadam's becoming her waypoint that she tended to double back towards eventually because it was familiar and stood out against the uniform chrome and unlit blockish buildings that towered over her.

It had been long day, and she had come to Maccadam's to test the leaves from one of the newer outcroppings of tubers. They had scanned as safe to consume with a structure not dissimilar from other plants, and she was itching for a cup of tea. Maccadam's had the equipment for her to experiment. Only she had stopped by the wide door large enough for the natives when she noticed green with a bioluminescent purple tint poking out of a crack between the door and the sidewalk. On any other planet this would have slipped her notice, but she was determined to map out the spontaneously evolving flora of the planet. Kneeling down she started scanning the foliage by the door - she figured what with such a small population the odds of someone being here this time of day were slim so she could work in relative peace.

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[ancillary]

"No, I don't." She said coolly - she rarely had any reason to trust members of her own species let alone a sanctimonious giant robot. "There will be no further incident and we all go our separate ways. That's it."

Bleeding from a head wound and barely capable of standing up right, she looks between the two of them and then it hits here. Miranda had no idea what she walked in on, or rather what came charging in with swords drawn, but to her it suddenly smacked of walking in some horomon addled teeangers that found somewhere dark and cramped out behind the school gymnasium.

"Right."

Miranda is leaning heavy on the guardrails when she moves to duck back into Maccadam's where she had kept a cache of equipment she could use to patch herself up.

[rodders]

Rodimus watches events unfold almost in a daze, too shocked by Miranda to do much there, and too dazed by Drift to respond to his entrance. Which doesn't go away the longer his confrontation goes on, and the implication of him being worth it both reminds him of things he doesn't want to think about but also how much he cares about Drift, of the warm feeling of relief that spreads through him when he sees Drift come to his defense.

And the relief that floods through him when she doesn't do any of that weird stuff she did with him.

"Drift--" He says, on an exvent as he pulls himself to his feet, still unsteady and sore - yeah, those bullets are going to have to be dug out of his joints.

[auramatic]

Drift reaches down to wrap his hand around Rodimus' arm, to help him to his feet -- and then relief washes over him, too, flooding his tanks cold just to look at Rodimus and see him safe, and Drift pulls Rodimus all the way to his feet in one smooth motion, his other arm slinging low around Rodimus' back to support him, pulling him in against Drift. Something flickers in his optics; the impulse strikes him and, more naturally than he's ever managed before, he simply moves with it. He presses his mouth to Rodimus', optics shuttering closed for a few blissful moments as he kisses Rodimus warmly. He pulls back with optics set to a dim glow, looking surprised at himself but still warm all the same.

"Rodimus," he says falteringly, but he doesn't let go.

[rodders]

He's about to say something - a thanks, with a grin - when suddenly Drift's lips are on his and he can't think of anything beyond this. Warmth spreads through him from where they touch, pulling a small surprised, but pleased sound from him before Drift pulls away and leaves him both colder than he was a second ago but also warmer than he could have possibly imagined. Drift. Kissing Drift! That gets a small laugh, a smile breaking out over his face as he stares at Drift, his own optics wide and bright.

"Hey."

Drift might have started it, but Rodimus isn't going to let this chance go again - one of his arms goes around Drift's shoulders, his hand to the side of Drift's helm so he can bring him in for another kiss. This? This is great. He would like more of this.

[auramatic]

Drift's not usually one to act without thinking about the consequences -- still, he acted without thinking when he kissed Rodimus, and whatever he was expecting...well, he doesn't know what he was expecting. Rodimus reaches up to pull him in for another kiss and Drift lets out a warm sound of surprise agains this mouth, but there's no trace of protest. He just tightens his grip around Rodimus' waist, keeping him as close as he can -- Rodimus' chest flush against his, the empty plane of Rodimus' chestplate strange against Drift's badge. His optics dim further, almost closing, absorbed in the kiss and the warm flutters of light and static it seems to draw from his spark.