[ drift's enthusiasm, as usual, makes some instinctive part of ratchet want to be even grouchier to offset it, but these days, it's also stupidly endearing. he kind of wants to kiss him again, but that can wait until they're behind closed doors and not in full sight of whoever decides to wander through the door looking for a weld or a bandage.
they're out in the corridor and ratchet's minding his own damn feet when said feet are abruptly swept out from under him, startling him so badly his ambulance lights go off for several seconds before he can switch them forcefully off. he's left gaping in drift's arms, eyes wide and expression stunned. ]
What-- [ ratchet is not a small mech. sure, drift usually has a little height on him, but ratchet's sturdy, built to transport patients if he needs to. the fact that drift so easily picks him up is both strangely attractive and incredibly embarrassing. they're in public around a bunch of organics, for crying out loud. ] Drift, you-- put me down, you grinning menace, I can walk.
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they're out in the corridor and ratchet's minding his own damn feet when said feet are abruptly swept out from under him, startling him so badly his ambulance lights go off for several seconds before he can switch them forcefully off. he's left gaping in drift's arms, eyes wide and expression stunned. ]
What-- [ ratchet is not a small mech. sure, drift usually has a little height on him, but ratchet's sturdy, built to transport patients if he needs to. the fact that drift so easily picks him up is both strangely attractive and incredibly embarrassing. they're in public around a bunch of organics, for crying out loud. ] Drift, you-- put me down, you grinning menace, I can walk.