We meet again [Closed]

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WHO: Wing and Drift
WHERE: Drift's house.
WHEN: Shortly after Wing's arrival in Heropa
WHAT: Reunions and bath time for gross birdguys
WARNINGS: Probably nudity, knowing the robots.



He'd heard Wing was close, and it just made waiting all the more intolerable. Drift is now cleaning the table for the third time that day, rearranging things and making sure everything is set up just so.

It hadn't really sunk in, Wing being alive. He suspected seeing him in the- er, flesh would make a difference. Like it would drive things home somehow.

So far it's only anxiety though. What if he doesn't like how he's changed? What if he's disappointed? Drift cleans the table again more furiously.

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There was a polite knock on the door. After his last encounter here, he decided that it would be best to enter apartments the normal way, wings or no. He hoped that Metalhawk hadn't told Drift too much about their encounter. That was embarrassing. The last thing he wanted was for Drift to think less of him because of a silly misunderstanding.

So Wing was wearing a bright smile when Drift finally opened the door. If Drift concentrated, he could probably physically feel the positive energy radiating from him. Odd.

"Drift."

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When the knock comes he almost jumps out of his skin. Rushing to open it, Wing barely gets his name out before Drift is on him, hugging him tight.

"Wing! It really is you! I can tell, your aura is just so- so you!" Wing is probably being strangled at this point. So much for stoicism.

"I can't believe this. Your voice, your energies, it's wonderful!" He pauses.

"You... you smell interesting."

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"I'm so sorry for taking so long!"

Wing manages to get out. A huge accomplishment, seeing as Drift had his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He didn't complain or pull away, it was worth it. He had never imagined he'd be seeing so much happiness in his old friend. Things have changed. A lot.

"Mm, yes I may have been lost at sea for a day or so before I came back to shore. I haven't had much opportunities to keep clean, my deepest apologies.

It's good to see you, friend."

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It feels so good to hug him. They'd never shared a hug before, actually. Not in Crystal City. Not ever. It's kind of wonderful, and humans are definitely softer and nicer for embracing, he has to admit.

"It's okay. We'll get you cleaned up." He doesn't even know where to start.

"I knew I'd never see you again, and here you are." He finally releases his death grip in favor of looking Wing over. "Amazing."

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"I've seen so many wonderful things so far, Drift! This world is beautiful, and I feel like I could explore it forever and be happy."

He laughs lightly and rustles his wings together.

"What are you going to do? Give me a bath?"

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He is definitely distracted with those wings, circling around to examine them.

"Maybe. You probably need one. You could do it yourself if not for these. May I touch?" He asks, already doing just that. Gently smoothing his hand over the soft, light feathers.

"Soft..."

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Wing has had plenty of time to get used to his new wings. That didn't mean he was a master of them however. This was made perfectly clear when he tried to extend them a little for Drift to touch, only to overshoot it and smack Drift clean in the face.

"Ah, pardon me!"

He attempted to rotate himself around, only to step on his own wing and topple over.

"Oh for the love of-!"

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"Ackpthh!" And there are now feathers in his face, and Wing is on the ground. Drift does his best to lean over to help him up, but it's awkward and they're all limbs and failing.

He can't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay come on, lets get you in a bath and get these hazards washed up. Don't fold as neatly as your other ones, do they?"

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"They're not nearly as easy to control."

Wing does his best to seem dignified as he allows Drift to haul him off the floor. For all the good it does; he still smells bad and looks scruffy.

"I really only have problems with them in enclosed spaces. Forgive me if I hurt you, that is the last thing I wanted to do."

He's not too worried that Drift might be hurt, but he still felt bad about it anyway. Enough that he allowed Drift to steer him towards the bathroom without much complaint.

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The swordsmech just laughs as he herds Wing into the bathroom, starting the water and letting it get warm.

"Take off the clothes." He says easily. Human nudity does next to nothing for him, so it's very casual. He busies himself with gathering up a scrub brush and some shampoo.

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Drift didn't even need to ask. The clothes were off before they had entered the bathroom. Wing didn't mind clothes much; he found them an excellent source of self-expression. Still, they were dirty and smelly, and even he was glad to get rid of them.

"I've seen many wonderful things during my travels. Perhaps someday we can see them together. How have you been, Drift? Well, I hope?"

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"Well, if I ever sprout a pair of wigs, maybe." Drift muses, making sure the water is a suitable temperature before gesturing for Wing to hop in.

"I- well. Well as I can be. The war ended, you know. Finally. There's a lot you should know, but I'd rather have you rested and clean first."

He's already resigned to getting soaked, so he simply dunks a bristle brush into soap and water, and gets to work on one of those expansive wings, gently brushing the dirt out.