@cherriiko // continued from here !
Any retort ( or apology ) dies on his glossa as Knock Out ushers him into the house. At this point, it’s a wholly foreign environment — a bit EMBARRASSING to acknowledge, but his old ship quarters paled in comparison. Admittedly, he’s starstruck for a moment. Optics widen, and he turns in a slow circle, pulling off the pieces of cloth still wrapped around his frame to hide the metal.
“You have a beautiful home,” he says quietly — more to himself than Knock Out. But his finials flatten and heat up as the velocitronian turns back to give him a once-over.
Drift is suddenly acutely aware of how DIRTY and beaten his body is — three frame changes and upgrades since he left Dead End, but he might as well be back there now. Maintenance had been pretty low on his list of priorities.
“Aha, I’d nearly forgotten ... ” He waves his servo as if to play it off, a sheepish smile on his lips to mask any further embarrassment. “I’d be grateful.” He gathers the final wrappings to drape over his arm, the swords attached to his sides and back now clearly visible ; Drift prays they don’t come off as too THREATENING.
