::Driiiiift~:: Came the sweet voice from the comms. ::Sweetspark you know you're supposed to be in my quarters.::
Drift blinked in confusion, sitting up on the berth. ::Wing? I’m right where I’m supposed to be, what’s going on?:: The racer scratches the side his helm, not sure if this is one of the Wing’s he knows. That tone is awfully alluring, but Drift is pretty damn happy being with Rodimus.
::I haven't seen you since you left, my sweetspark. I miss you very much and would love to see you again.:: Wing said with an audible pout. ::Axe and Dai Atlas are eager to see you again too!::















