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What's that, lass? You want me to tell tales of Drift's unfortunate sulking habits?

I'm more than happy to oblige!

There was a time in which Wing was sent on an errand, so naturally watching over the lad became my task for the day. Oh, Drift used to sulk every day, but this was a special brand of sulk. The sulk of sulk masters, pouting in a corner and giving me nasty looks. But I assure you, I wasn't going to have any of that! Oh no, not in the least.

So you know what I did? I picked him up and I blew into his abdominal plating. The squeal he made was not unlike a squeaky wheel needing oil. He behaved a bit more for the evening.

You want more stories? I'll be happy to tell them.

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Axe, no!

No? You mean yes?

Pretty sure no means no!

But I was just about to tell the story of the time we were all refueling, sitting together, and you were sitting across from Dai Atlas.

Axe, please! It's not funny!

And you in your huff shouted: I refuse to drink the fuel of such cowards! You threw the cube across the table!

You're exaggerating! That's an exaggeration!

Do you remember what I did next?

[ Sigh. ]

Yes, Axe. I remember.

I blew into your abdominal plating!

You refueled that night.

That was your answer to everything. Or to put me in a headlock.

Or sitting on you.

Or sitting on me.

It worked, didn't it?

Sort of.

Sort of a lot.

You're doing it again.

I am not. I'm not like that anymore.

You're pouting. You're becoming the Poutinator.

Knock it off!

I will if you stop pouting.

I'm not pouting!

You look like you are. I'm very familiar with your pouting.

[Do you see this face? Look at those big round optics. Look at that tucked lip. Do you have any idea how much he's missed you?]

...Axe!

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