@sir-wing | INVITED SMOOCHES
Wing has arrived, and he takes Drift’s servo, kissing the back of it.
Crystal city is a large place and he feels so out of place sometimes. He’s trying to learn their ways; trying to be better than he’s ever been. It isn’t easy when parts of him still echo of his past. He can still feel the fangs beneath his lip plates and the slight point to his hands that just aren’t normal. He’s staring at them now, lost in thought of all they’ve done. He’s been through so much and despite the gentle coaching he’s received there’s just still so much anger buried in his spark. He’s lost friends, a home, pretty much anything he’s ever cared about. With these two hands he has seen destruction and he has caused it. He’s not proud of who he’s been and he’s about to put his helm in his hands when he catches familiar pedes below him. He leans back, forcing a smile. “Wing--” but he’s cut off, startled as his hands are pulled up in a warm grip and the back of one is graces with a kiss. “Wh-what--” he stutters, flustered beyond belief at the gentle gesture. “Wh-why would you--th-they’re dirty!” he cries, even while his spark yearns at the touch.
