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Blitzwing couldn't help but wonder why exactly Discdrive had called them out to this specific spot on the outskirts of the organic city. Not that they minded of course, any time spent with the other was always a welcome break from whatever missions lord megatron sent them out on. He checked their chronometer for what felt like the 100th time, feeling a little concerned with the fact that the little musician had yet to appear. Discdrive was now a breem late to their agreed meeting, and just as they were debating giving him a call, they heard the sound of someone approaching.
Blitzwing tensed for a moment before relaxing as they saw the familiar sight of a blue car roll up beside them and transform. “Sorry, sorry, I know I'm late I just had to take care of something and it went on longer than expected-” Wings let out a small chuckle at their conjunx rambled explanation “it's alright, mein Musiker. I'm just glad you’re alright.”
They watched as the tension left Discdrive's frame, a small smile appearing on his face. “Right, well I bet you're curious to know why I called you here, right?” Wings nodded, Zing swapping in and pulled Discdrive into a hug. “Any reason is good with me! We love getting to see you Liebe!” he giggled, nuzzling his faceplate against the other.
“I know sweetspark, but today's a special day. Or at least it is for the organics.” at blitzwings curious look Discdrive continued “Today is something called “valentines”, a holiday where organics spend time with their conjunx or the organic they like, giving them gifts and such.”
A holiday all about your conjunx sounded rather interesting to blitzwing. Being forged a war frame, they never had the luxury of being able to even think about such sappy things before the war, and even less during the start of it. “Really?” Wings swapped back in, pulling back from Zing’s impromptu hug. “I don't think we have anything similar to that.” Discdrive nodded in agreement “yep, even when I lived back in Iacon, I don't think we ever had anything close to it.”
“But uh…” Discdrive looked away, a small blush appearing on his faceplate. He reached into his chest compartment, pulling out what looked to be a medium-sized ornate box. “I had to put in a custom order from Swindle since this isn't exactly his normal stock, and hard for him to obtain being decepticons and all.” he opened the box to reveal… energon crystals? They looked to be a mix of colors, light blue, purple, and pink to be exact. As well as sorted by what blitzwing could only guess was by taste.
They had only ever heard these once before the war, a passing comment made by some bot he couldn't quite remember about how their conjunx had gotten them as a gift and how expensive they had been, even back then. they couldn't possibly imagine how much disc drive might have paid now that they had all but been exiled from cybertron as decepticons.
They must have been staring for too long as he heard Discdrive speak once more, his tone giving away his nervousness. “Is this too much? Do you not like it?” Blitz quickly snapped in, and Discdrive could also hear a mix of the others in his voice as well. “Of course we do! We’d be a fool to not appreciate this!”
Discdrive let out a relieved sigh and Blitz continued, bringing his hands up to cup his conjunx’s face. “We would've been happy with any gift you could've given us, liebe.” he pressed a kiss to the top of their helm, feeling them relax into his touch. “I know, I just couldn't help but think you might not.” Discdrive mumbled out, shaking his head slightly before looking up to them with a smile. “Anyways, I was hoping we could try out each of them and watch the sun set.”
Blitzwing couldn't help but feel their spark warm at the thought “I think we’d like that a lot, liebe.” he gave them back his own smile. He let Discdrive guide them over to a spot where they could see the sun clearly, which had already begun its descent, sitting down in the grass. “You know, I’ve always been curious to know how these tasted.” discdrive admitted, holding up one of the light blue crystals.
“Back when I was still in the autobot academy,” he ignored the noise of playful disgust blitzwing made. “I would sometimes see them being traded between bots who were interested in each other. At the time I couldn't help but feel a little envious of them. Who knew I would get to do it many vorns later?” he popped the light blue crystal into his mouth, a sweet and slightly tart taste filling his taste receptors as he bit down. He let out a pleased hum, liking the crunchy texture of the crystal as he chewed.
Blitz picked up one of the purple energon crystals, biting off a small part. It had a mostly tart and sour taste to it with a mild sweetness to balance it out in a way that he found himself rather fond of. “Hm, not bad.” he comments, popping the rest of the crystal into his mouth. They couldn't help but let out a content sigh, letting himself lean against Discdrive.
“This is perfect, mein Musiker.” Wings switched in and murmured out, looking at the setting sun. “I don't know what I did to deserve such a loving conjunx.” Discdrive lets out a soft chuckle, turning to press a soft kiss to blitzwings cheek. “Yeah? I'm glad you liked it, even if this is an organic tradition.”
“Maybe some organic things arent all that bad.” Blitzwing says, and they both watch as the sun finally finishes setting, the sky a beautiful mix of orange, pink, and purple hues as the light of the sun dims and fades into the night.