[Transformers] Once upon a time there was a machine

2.

While acting gracious in front of everyone, Drift was actually completely drunk.Moreover, he was in a rather bad mood.

Thinking of Perceptron's disregard because of some other King Kong, he was going crazy with jealousy!Oh, he knew that was before he met him, but, but...

The swordsman was quite disturbed, even scared.

Only he knew that what he said in the bar today was his brazen bravado. He just wanted to make people misunderstand and make everyone think that Perceptron and him are a pair.In fact, the professor had never spoken anything resembling a formal exchange, and it was no different to him.

Yes, he once offered to dock in a rather good atmosphere, and the perceptron accepted.But Drift did not get comfort and happiness from it, because the perceptron was expressionless from the beginning to the end, so that he thought the professor was X-cold, and when he later knew that the perceptron had shut down the sensing center during the whole process, he was angry completely speechless.

If you hate it, don't agree.

Oh no, damn it, don't do this to me.Because I saved your life, do you accept even the most rude request without thinking?You might as well refuse!

The tinder is restless and suffocating; if you want to get it, you can only catch illusory bubbles. This kind of drop makes the inner core of the drift twitch and irritated.Why is it always him who is unlucky?Is the one who moves first always the loser?

In fact, Drift didn't have any special feelings for the Perceptron at the beginning, even after he saved the Perceptron, the Perceptron transformed itself into a sniper standing behind him, and Drift didn't feel much.

Everyone owes a debt, like he owes the ambulance, he owes the Wings, the Perceptron owes his life so it's only natural to want to help him.Drift didn't think there was anything special about it, even though Perceptron's marksmanship did amaze him a bit.

Slowly, they acted together as partners, and became familiar with each other. The sensor knew the story about drift, the ring of light, and the flying wings.While everyone else was admiring the classic story of a young man who had gone astray after being converted, and expressed joy and approval, only the scientist frowned.

...Before he was obviously expressionless.

Drift couldn't help asking a question in private, just an extra word, he wanted to know why the scientist reacted differently from other people.

"Even if he dies for you, you don't have to be him." Perceptron said to him, "You are not a flying wing, you don't have to live for him and even forget who you really are, you have done a good job gone."

Drift can't describe my mood at that time.

No one had ever said that to him, and he hadn't even imagined that anyone would say that to him.

Everyone is concerned about the crimes he committed when he was a Decepticon, and the combat power he will bring after becoming an Autobot in the future; even the ambulance who knows him best is just annoyed at how bad he is. Think about him, feel sorry for him, and comfort him by saying that you have done your best.

Was it a bang, or a bang?Anyway, in short, he was hit by great sadness and joy, drifting between lightning and flint, and suddenly realized that the thing he had been traveling and looking for might be right in front of his eyes, so close to him, within reach of his hand .

But that thing doesn't belong to me.

He can touch, obtain, and even make everyone think that it is his own, but he cannot deceive himself.

"boom!"

Drift thumped the wall angrily, no one could see his expression now, then rumors like deadlock or deadlock, outright Decepticons would spread again.

"drift?"

The door opened, and the loud noise just now had startled the TF in the room. After taking a look at the drift, it was obvious that something was wrong, and the person who came had already figured out the current situation.

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"you……"

"They say I'm not drunk!!"

Drift roared angrily, and he looked as if he wanted to tear the opponent apart—well, he really wanted to do that.

But the other party is not a good person to provoke, just look at the sniper rifle that is already on his head, and can shoot his head through at any time.

"Well, well, I'm drunk."

Drift gave up and raised his hands. Don't think this guy is joking. If you annoy the other party, you will really have a bullet hole in your head.Shooting a bullet into your head sculpt with such precision that it doesn't damage the brain modules, he's seen it before.The last unlucky victim was long-winded, and then he didn't even dare to board the Xunguang.

"Very well, then go to rest."

The opponent finally put down his gun, letting Drift breathe a sigh of relief.

Wait, wait a minute, why do you turn around and go back to your room?Really leave him here?

Drift immediately reached out and grabbed the man's hand, forcing the man to look back at him.

"I am drunk."

Well, anyway, he was drunk, so he shamelessly resorted to the most effective trick against this person - using an optical mirror to look pitifully at him, staring at him expectantly, like an abandoned dog.

After a long silence, the scientist Perceptron who was entangled by the alcoholic finally sighed.

"Okay, I'll take you back to rest."

He raised his hand and put Drift's hand on his shoulder, using his body to support the drunk drifting forward; he didn't notice that Drift's hand rested on his waist naturally, and he was quite greedy for this best geographic location.

"Xiaogan," Drift whispered in his ear, "I want to rest in your room."

slag.

Drift cursed himself.

I'm such a slag.Knowing that he won't refuse, but I still... oh, Pushen.I must have done too much crime as a Decepticon to end up like this.

Perceptron's footsteps paused slightly, and he still walked back to his room with drift.Although he also knew that Drift certainly wanted more than 'rest'.The two entered the house, and the door closed behind them.

After a while, there was a dull sound from the door, followed by whimpers and groans.

Time passed quickly.tomorrow is a new day.