ancillary: (Don't do friends)
Miranda Lawson ([personal profile] ancillary) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-03-12 11:34 pm

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

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.
auramatic: (put on a smilin face)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-04-30 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
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.