#deadlockedup

..... What's your nickname on WF? @w@

Drift is totally on his own now, and free to do as he pleases. So, he decides what he wants to do is bother his little bro, whom he hasn’t seen in a while. 

Being Drift and knowing Deadlock he decides to go overboard in making a ‘fancy’ gift basket. Knowing it will annoy the slag out of the other but at the same time the contents will be appreciated. Mostly because the contents were mostly booze and snacks. 

It was covered in brilliant colored cloth, paper and ribbons, making it as over the top ‘pretty’ as possible. 

“Haha, he’s going to be sooo annoyed with this.” Snickering to himself as he commed the other.

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

Megatron is usually a very warm mech, being a warbuild but because his been forced to refuel with fools energon his frame temperature is below average for his size and weight. 

☤ - self care/first aid habits

deadlockedup:

“Oh, yes… we stole from equally poor, we carried contraband from city to city without a pass. All because of speedy alt. We fragged, we lied and also killed for energon back in very early days after onlining.” The red-opticed mech dropped his Rodionian accent, moving into fluent neocybex, identical to Drift’s speech pattern if not for the hoarseness of his unrepaired vocalizer. The thick patricle vapours didn’t affect Deadlock that much. He’d never gone through withdrawal or systems cleaning like mostof his white-framed counterparts did. A smoke, even if having an effecton the other mech, did nothing to him except leaving a pleasant tingle on his protoform. “Lived on the edge of law and hurt ourselves and others. Just to thrive for one day longer, we needed some control over energon sources, or an imaginary version of it. Took boosters for it. Sipped them with said energon, later without it, then injected in our lines until they clotted and thickened. Changed injection places and then jabbed a Syk injector into helm cavity because we did want it all gone once and for all. Stealing, being used, killing… And that is not story-telling, my dear, dear Drift, it is who you are. Or were. But judging from the substance in the air, you still do enjoy the buzz it leaves.” The purr got deeper, more guttural and tantalising almost, reverberating in the hollow of his broad chassis under the battle-quality thick plating. “My thoughts, our thoughts, do they matter? We always do as superior one tolds us to because we want to belong. Thoughts never mattered, even when Megatron took his servo out to us and gave us a new name, told we were to fit somewhere finally. And now? Where do you belong, speedster? My dear Drift, called a murderer, traitor and ex-con…”

“That we did. For all that we didn’t have, at least we still had our alt mode, and we were damn good at what we did.” he looked over at his younger alternate with a measuring gaze, “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t been fired, if we’d thrown the race like we were told? Would Hedgebet have just fired us once we lost the crowd appeal, or would we have been there when the tracks were destroyed?” The meditative aids aren’t quite as potent as most would believe them to be by Drifts actions, its more that he maximizes his systems sensitivity to them by storing rather than circulating his fuel before an extended meditation session. He also keeps his mind more open to the aids, and sinks into the effects more, so that thoughts like ’I din’t need my voice box replaced, I could have bought a new set of bits instead’ are not filtered from his thoughts.

Send in ❣ for my character suddenly being joined in the bathe by yours @deadlockedup Ship was slowly going on autopilot. Boredom was occuring him, what made it a geat time for a bath. Previous captain of this ship was for sure some high class. And bigger frame. Oil Bath looks more like Oil pool but was warm and relaxing. It wasn’t something a reagular mech could affort for most of their life. For some even washrack were some exclusive opportunity. He laid down in a bath, optics dimmed, engine humming in pleasure. The most relaxing bath he ever had. It made him take off guard by sudden appearence of Deadlock in a bathtub. Decepticon just went in and dip in oil. All he could see was a top half of Lock’s helm.