Absolutely No Chill

In their usual way they fought, but internally, over dominance over who got to pilot. Roathe of course could just boot out the Drifter entirely, easily -but where'd be the fun in that. So he'd resist over small things, tear at the reigns whenever Soma would try and have him do something in a particular way, that maybe wouldn't align with his own tactical methods.

Soma endured cause that's how their games went. He knew it got them both riled up in all the right and wrong ways, and would probably have them end up in bed one way or another. Soma knew that Roathe knew and the sentiment only got reinforced through their connection. So the mental tug of war went on.

Until Soma had him use the Parazon. That got Roathe's attention and ceased any and all resistance from him.

A concealed blade, a new toy on top of his bladed tail. Just. Hidden. Within his body like that.

He let Soma have full control, no meddling on his part -even if it was incredibly entertaining-- as long as he got to learn all the ins and outs of that blade.