MTMTE: Disappearing ActMTMTE: Disappearing Act by Succubii
Warning: mild innuendo
Drift was perfect.
No mech was perfect, Perceptor knew that; and the fact that the ideal of perfection differed between individuals only compounded his confusion. And yet, he instinctively knew Drift was perfect. He had accepted this long ago, when his long words and lukewarm personality hadn’t driven Drift away. Drift was a brilliantly unique mech with innumerable and irritating quirks, and yet Perceptor often felt like they had been specifically created for one another. Is that what Primus had done, with the first sparks he had supposedly sent down to Cybertron? Had the old god moulded sparkmates and placed a gentle resonance deep within them so they could find each other again?
...Only Drift could get him to muse on such silly notions as sparkmates.
Perceptor huffed as he erased the last few lines of his notes and rewrote