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“I'm not putting that on.”
“You said you want to be the captain.”
Rodimus threw his hands up. “I don’t need a stupid hat to be captain of the Lost Light! Why would I need it to be a pirate captain?”
“Well, no? That’s real life Rodimus,” Drift turned the giant red monstrosity in his hands, the iridescent-green feather continuing to flutter even after he stopped, “this is play-pretend.”
“Still not putting it on,” Rodimus muttered, crossing his arms over his hood.
“Alright,” Drift shrugged and pulled the ugly thing over his own head, “I’m captain then.”
Rodimus’s squawk of protest got cut off when Drift roughly grabbed him by the collar flaring. “Pirate captain.”
Drift’s arm was like a vice on his plating and there was taunt promise in every line of his body, but Drift’s optics were soft with question, waiting for permission.
Rodimus hummed as he reached to tug the ridiculous hat further down Drift’s helm. “Maybe I like the sound of that after all.”
Drift’s answering smile was more fang than he allowed himself usually, before he shoved Rodimus down onto the berth.