[Drift is viciously ripped from his Zen Zone by the cranky hooting of a very familiar voice. And the fact that Ratchet is suddenly right up in his face. Wow hi there. Bewilderment overtakes him for a moment and he stumbles back a step, awkwardly flicking the jellyfish off his arm like a kid trying to hide some naughty thing a kid shouldn't be doing from his parents or something. It takes him another second or two to find his voice again, and when he does, it's just about as graceful as the rest of him is right now]
Ratchet!? Are you okay? When did you--
[he actually can't decide what part is baffling him the most, the fact that Ratchet just rolled the fuck up out of nowhere or the fact that he's got his old paint job somehow. Dang what a mystery yeah? He kind of cuts off and just stares because holy shit everything is suddenly very confusing.]
DON'T YOU HOWL AT ME yo pretend this icon is his new paint 8|b
Ratchet!? Are you okay? When did you--
[he actually can't decide what part is baffling him the most, the fact that Ratchet just rolled the fuck up out of nowhere or the fact that he's got his old paint job somehow. Dang what a mystery yeah? He kind of cuts off and just stares because holy shit everything is suddenly very confusing.]