hands him a golden star ━ a rodimus star, which was once his own, but now passed down to drift, as he saw no further use of having it himself. a smile was exchanged to the other, grip on the rodimus star loose. ❛ for being my favorite. and for always being there for me, no matter what's happened. ❜
“Rodimus…”
He stares at the object in front of him with a single finial cocked up, his expression morphing into something unreadable. He opens and closes his mouth several times before –
“Is this just a pin of your face wreathed in flames?”
He’d heard of the Rodimus Star from Ultra Magnus – ‘ just like that damned Rod Pod ’, the enforcer had muttered with a disgruntled sigh. Drift found it comical, in all honesty, but the intentions behind it ( like most things with Rodimus ) were endearing.
Drift smiles, after a moment, and his thumb strokes the edge of the pin. For being his favorite?
“Rodimus, this is… Really gay.”
