Foot can't help the way a smile breaks out when he watches how smoothly Windy stops the ball. It makes something in his systems buzz and flutter pleasantly, and he just stands there in the doorway for a moment to take in the whole picture.
Partner. That's his partner. On and off the field.
"Yeah, I'm ready for some soccer if you are." He grins and finally walks all the way in with the easy confidence he used to carry on the field. It seemed some things were coming back to him after all.
And Windy grins back, easy and relieved, and for a moment he considers shoving down the urge to hug his partner right then and there. Considers... But discards it, in the end. Instead it's easy, easy as a Mach Spin, to shift his ball into one arm and slip an arm around Foot with the other. Squeezing him tight to his side.
He doesn't care about the swords and missiles that still remain. No matter what Gold Foot looked like, they're still partners.
...He might even try a little nuzzle to Foot's cheek before he pulls away. But he does pull away, and drops the ball again, beaming like the lovestruck fool he is.
Being hugged by Windy, even a side hug, is enough to make Gold Foot fluster. He doesn't show it easily, but there is a flush to his cheeks as he leans into the touch and bumps his helm gently against Windy's. The nuzzle... Gods help him the nuzzle almost takes him out at the knees.
Hopeless and helpless. That's what he is in the face of everything that is Mach Windy.
He still grins though, catching Windy's hand to give it a gentle squeeze as his partner pulls away. "Good."
And then he steals the soccer ball, dribbling away with a laugh.
Answering laughter bursts out of Windy, and in a flash he's chasing. It's just like old times, before the rift, before things had been too much; for a moment he merely stays with Foot, neck and neck, watching him and watching the ball. Fond and chest feeling like it could burst.
Oh, he loves this mech. He thinks he forgot just how much.
It's easy. It's so, so easy to fall back into habits his frame remembers even if his mind does not. He trained with Windy for years. He knows his moves. He knows the tell tale sound of his pistons when he goes to jump, or goes to dive. He can practically hear the calculations being made.
Few things in Foot's life make sense. Windy makes perfect sense.
He kicks the ball up and jumps, dodging the dive. He can't help his laugh as he does so, pausing to bounce the ball on his knee while Windy gets back up.
"Still using the same tactics, Windy?" he teases. "You don't need to go easy on me."
And just like that, Windy is back in the fray. Just like it's easy to understand Windy, for Windy to fit into Foot's world, it's so easy for Foot to fit into his. He's nearly teasing as he makes passes for the ball at first, half-realized things that are just fake outs, until he finally tries to sideswipe it.
Laughing. The both of them, together, on the field again. Partners, not enemies. It just felt right.
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Date: 2024-06-01 09:42 pm (UTC)Foot can't help the way a smile breaks out when he watches how smoothly Windy stops the ball. It makes something in his systems buzz and flutter pleasantly, and he just stands there in the doorway for a moment to take in the whole picture.
Partner. That's his partner. On and off the field.
"Yeah, I'm ready for some soccer if you are." He grins and finally walks all the way in with the easy confidence he used to carry on the field. It seemed some things were coming back to him after all.
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Date: 2024-06-12 04:24 pm (UTC)He doesn't care about the swords and missiles that still remain. No matter what Gold Foot looked like, they're still partners.
...He might even try a little nuzzle to Foot's cheek before he pulls away. But he does pull away, and drops the ball again, beaming like the lovestruck fool he is.
"I was built ready."
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Date: 2024-06-13 03:52 pm (UTC)Being hugged by Windy, even a side hug, is enough to make Gold Foot fluster. He doesn't show it easily, but there is a flush to his cheeks as he leans into the touch and bumps his helm gently against Windy's. The nuzzle... Gods help him the nuzzle almost takes him out at the knees.
Hopeless and helpless. That's what he is in the face of everything that is Mach Windy.
He still grins though, catching Windy's hand to give it a gentle squeeze as his partner pulls away. "Good."
And then he steals the soccer ball, dribbling away with a laugh.
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Date: 2024-06-13 06:21 pm (UTC)Answering laughter bursts out of Windy, and in a flash he's chasing. It's just like old times, before the rift, before things had been too much; for a moment he merely stays with Foot, neck and neck, watching him and watching the ball. Fond and chest feeling like it could burst.
Oh, he loves this mech. He thinks he forgot just how much.
And then he grins, and dives low for the ball.
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Date: 2024-06-13 10:07 pm (UTC)It's easy. It's so, so easy to fall back into habits his frame remembers even if his mind does not. He trained with Windy for years. He knows his moves. He knows the tell tale sound of his pistons when he goes to jump, or goes to dive. He can practically hear the calculations being made.
Few things in Foot's life make sense. Windy makes perfect sense.
He kicks the ball up and jumps, dodging the dive. He can't help his laugh as he does so, pausing to bounce the ball on his knee while Windy gets back up.
"Still using the same tactics, Windy?" he teases. "You don't need to go easy on me."
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Date: 2024-07-06 11:00 pm (UTC)And just like that, Windy is back in the fray. Just like it's easy to understand Windy, for Windy to fit into Foot's world, it's so easy for Foot to fit into his. He's nearly teasing as he makes passes for the ball at first, half-realized things that are just fake outs, until he finally tries to sideswipe it.
Laughing. The both of them, together, on the field again. Partners, not enemies. It just felt right.