Drift and Rodimus Drabble 3This one is for Steelsuit, based off her prompt of Drift and Rodimus confessing their feelings after what happened on Delphi. Nothing NSFW, just two cute mechs getting upset and confessing ^_^——————————————————————————————Drift stared up at the brightly coloured ceiling the med bay provided, and sighed heavily. He wasn’t in an all too good mood, and at present nothing could remedy it. In his current situation he should be in a grand mood, happy and full of optimism. He had just been down to Delphi, a planet where the dreaded DJD supposedly lurked, and they were looking to kill him in the slowest way possible, survived a rust virus that nearly killed him, and saved Ratchet from an Autobot medic turned physco. Heck, even Ratchet had finally at long last opened up to him a little, and even left the weary
HiccupsDrift could only stare, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. Skids, First Aid, Trailcutter, and Swerve, who sat with him, could only look at their Captain with confused expressions, plastered over their metal faces. Rodimus just sat there, the tips of his golden fingers hiding his lips, whilst his optics were wide open and expressed his shock. For a short time, the small table was silent amidst the crowded bar."What… was that sound?" asked Swerve, finally breaking the silence.Rodimus shook himself out of his surprised state, and cleared his throat. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “My engines must be acting up.”"I never heard a noise like that before," laughed Skids, leaning back in his seat, amused with what he heard not too long ago."That coming from someone whom is currently suffering from amnesia?" muttered First Aid in a sarcastic tone."To be honest, I never heard anything like that before either," stated Trailcutter, "Have you Drift?"