#(again; technically Barricade's still Starling here but--

[poiseandpatience]

💭

Memories;

“You sure you really want to do this?” Deadlock’s voice held a mischievous note as they glanced back over their shoulder towards Barricade, deadly denta on display due to a sharp grin that was currently worn by the devious triplechanger, “If you get caught sneaking off with me you’ll officially be involved in my... shenanigans, was it?”

Barricade caught up to the triplechanger, offering half a shrug-- he’d finally grown to be about the same height as the crimson coloured mecha, and Deadlock figured he’d likely still have a few more inches at least to grow. They weren’t younglings anymore. They were playing with fire these days, acting against their tribe’s rules.

“You absolutely refuse to even dare play an instrument here,” Barricade countered, easing past Deadlock with a playful shove before gesturing they keep up and follow, “It’s not like I’ve not snuck out plenty of times before. I could use a drive and a break from all the stress. Poisonfire’s gotten more and more uptight the closer it’s come to the election of a new leader and...”

Deadlock grunted, Barricade didn’t need to finish the sentence. Pit, they knew very well that if the election goes in favour of the other runner there’s a good chance they’d be kicked out. Not that Poisonfire would make their stay cushy and safe, but at least then they’d have a chance. The crimson mecha sped up, slowing down once parallel to their mostly purple companion, “How about a race, then?”

“Oh, you’re on. But just be prepared to lose.”