by the decree of the Australian schilling

[positiveenergy]

It’d been a few days since the cons had been let loose on the streets, but so far Iacon didn’t look any worse for wear. The only real difference was that there were more and more Cybertronians out and about…and more arriving every day. It was getting rowdier…and louder and busier but it felt good too somehow – just to see so many of them gathered together in a place that isn’t a battlefield. But even with all the crowds of new faces cluttering the roads, tracking Rodimus down never got any harder. Apparently, most Cybertronians didn’t fancy a bright, flame-themed color scheme.

It’s towards the outskirts of the city where Drift spots the other bot this time, and he beelines over to him – bearing an eager expression.

“Hey there ‘captain’. You have a second to spare?"

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[worstprime]

Rodimus grins when he hears the familiar voice, although he doesn't turn. He's been watching the ebb and flow of the crowd for the past twenty kliks, astonished by the sheer volume and variety of Cybertronians who'd made their way back to the home planet. It was incredible...although how good or bad it would turn out to be remained to be seen.

"A second? 'Course. 'Captain, though...that's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" he says, continuing his leisurely observance. "'Captain.'"

[positiveenergy]

“It sounds nice, yeah. But it’s not really ‘official’ yet without a crew. I mean...well there’s me, but one person’s not much of a crew.” He walks up behind Rodimus and crosses his arms, waiting for the other bot to turn around.

“But anyway, I guess I’m gonna have to ask for more than a few seconds, seeing that I’ve got something to show you.”

[worstprime]

"'Not much' is better than nothing," Rodimus says with an even broader smile, turning towards the other bot. Of course a big crew would be even better but Rodimus is content either way. As long as they can get out there... "So what's my one crew member got to show me? Something good I hope."

[positiveenergy]

“Trust me; it’ll be better as a surprise. You’ll see why once we get there.” Drift returns the smile, radiating enthusiasm as he talks. “Don’t worry, I have a feeling you’ll love it. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee it.”

[worstprime]

"Is this going to be one of those...you know. One of those things. Those things where you say I'm going to love it, but it's actually sitting quietly in a room for half an hour, and really - being honest with you now - stupendously boring?"

[positiveenergy]

“No, it’s a thing that I’m taking you to see this time. I mean it’s an actual thing so- …boring?”

[worstprime]

"Wh..." Rodimus shift uncomfortably. "Nooo. I mean not...it wasn't, er, maybe 'boring' is too strong of a word. Maybe...Dis-interesting? Entertainment...challenged....? More - more..." He struggles for a moment, searching fruitlessly for the right thing to say. "Well, hey let's not, let's not get distracted! I wanna see this thing you've got to show me!"

He grabs Drift by the arm, guiding him hurriedly back in the direction the other bot had come, and - hopefully - the direction he'd intend to go back.

[positiveenergy]

Don’t think you’re about to get away with this scot-free, pal. Drift scowls and tugs back against the arm that the other bot's grabbed hold of.

“Rodimus, meditating isn’t…it’s not supposed to be entertaining, it’s…it’s about clearing your mind. Finding inner peace. Did you pay attention to anything I said before?”

[worstprime]

"Hey, it's not that I wasn't paying attention," Rodimus replies defensively, not looking over at his friend an continues to try and drag him forward. "I was just - it's just...I don't know." He shrugs. "It's just really my thing, Drift."

[positiveenergy]

“How do you know it’s not your thing? You won’t even try it, not really.” Somehow, Rodimus is managing to stay on the right course, so Drift doesn’t bother to stop walking, but he still tugs against the grip on his arm.

“Take me, for example…” There’s a bit of a pause. “Like…with swords. Swords are my thing, right? But they weren't always."

[worstprime]

"Yeah well, you also used to be a Decepticon, before changing your mind on THAT, so maybe one of us just has ourselves a little more figured out," Rodimus says with a shrug. "Arm-guns'ave always been my thing. And, y'know...red. Flames. That whole deal? I know what I like."

[positiveenergy]

Drift reaches over with his free hand and starts tugging Rodimus down a side street – heading towards one of the quieter ship ports outside of the city, and not missing a beat as he talks.

“Oh, okay, we’re gonna go down that road, huh? Because if I’m remembering right, wasn’t there another certain someone who was almost a Decepticon? Hmmm...what was his name? Hot Rod, right?”

[worstprime]

Rodimus' body stiffens and he stops suddenly, giving Drift a hard look, the humour gone from his voice.

"That's - that's not true. That's not what happened and you know it."

[positiveenergy]

Drift stops short when he feels Rodimus stiffen – frowning as he turns around towards the other bot. This wasn’t exactly how he’d envisioned things going.

“I know, I know – sorry.” He vents a small sigh and stands there awkwardly for a moment – refusing to let go of his friend’s arm. “But it’s not like….the whole Decepticon thing isn’t a sore spot for me either, you know.”

[worstprime]

Rodimus puts a hand up, looking off to the side. He hadn't meant to be - or rather didn't think about how insulting his comment was when he'd said it. He certainly hadn't meant for the conversation to go that way. "Right - I...right. Sorry. I just - " He's sighs. "I know. I shouldn't have brought that up."

[positiveenergy]

Drift offers Rodimus a small smile and gestures for him to come forward. “Forget about it. Just- come on. It’s not much father now.”