Nostalgia, the living embodiment of things loved and passed. Rung holds his arms up stiffening but the warmth that placates his plating is anything of fear, only startled.
Rodimus only needed to hear his name, his voice, he only needed to glance at him. All is not lost and Rung clings to him. With no thoughts of anything but existing in the moment of care and memory.
"Well, I would hope I'm alive. I've been on this ship for some time now, I wish I made the time sooner to come to see you when your name appeared on the registry." Tighter gripped him.
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Date: 2023-07-09 05:19 pm (UTC)Rodimus only needed to hear his name, his voice, he only needed to glance at him. All is not lost and Rung clings to him. With no thoughts of anything but existing in the moment of care and memory.
"Well, I would hope I'm alive. I've been on this ship for some time now, I wish I made the time sooner to come to see you when your name appeared on the registry." Tighter gripped him.
"Bit lost in time is all."