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( open ) don't say yes if you can't say no

Date & Time: Post-dated to 25th
Location: Around the city
Characters: Ygritte and YOU
Summary: Ygritte being Ygritte and doing her usual thing around the city
Warnings: She comes with her own standard warning

There wasn't much about the mission she had liked. It wasn't necessarily bad, and it was more comfortable than the time she was in New Mexico. At least the heat hadn't killed her. Though she was glad to have her furs back on. Stocked on her weapons, Ygritte left the security of her encampment for her daily forage.

And by forage, it was usually stealing what she could where she could. People didn't secure their things nearly as well here, and she usually came back home with a few pieces of fruit or occasionally some animal she could easily slaughter. It just wasn't easy coming by animals period. She did wonder where they came from to begin with, but Ygritte preferred to prepare her own meat, perpetually distrusting of the way of life here. However sometimes she got by with stealing jewelry and gold and would trade for the animal. The concept of money was mostly unused by her. She did things the way her people did it, and she lived decently well for it.

So that was what she was doing today, seeing what she could pilfer and trade.

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"Ahh jeez. You sound like my friend Ratchet now." He rubs his hands over his foot and stands up, stooping down to ovver his hands.

"Going anywhere in particular? I could take you. You know. As a thanks for the help."

"No where in particular. Just about, lookin' to see what I can find and trade." It wasn't that big of a deal, though she was likely to not do that for anyone but him.

"Oh, well... here. One second." Drift turns, producing a small bag and handing it down to her. Contained are most of his earnings for the month.

"Take this then. It's not much but... I don't really need to buy many things, since it's all for humans and organics anyways. I just kind of do odd jobs to fill my time. Should help right?"

Look at him try desperately to be helpful.

"I don't use their gold," she told him flat out. She didn't need his money, and she wasn't going to just take it. Ygritte was independent and got what she needed doing what she did best. Beside she didn't trust their gold anyway.

He half-expected that response.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way." The comparatively small bag is tucked away again, who knows where he actually keeps his things.

He turns and fidgets awkwardly. He's not one to really go out and make a fuss of asking for company, only when he's in a bad way. That look is definitely there, though. The one where his optics widen a bit and he looks a little lost. He wants to tag along.

She didn't get his look, and while she was ready to move on, he just kept looking at her. Ygritte blinked before adjusting her weight on her other foot. Furrowing her brows, the spearwife looked back at him. "Alright, what do you want?"

Drift's gaze drops to his feet, tapping his thumbs against the guard armor on his thigh. He clears his through superfluously.

"Well I mean you know, I thought maybe you'd want company. Perhaps."

Now he knows how Swerve feels.

"I wouldn't be uh. Opposed to accompanying you. Places."

She rolled her eyes at him. He was like a lost pup sometimes. Ygritte didn't mind, only because she had come to like him so. He was like a brother, one of her kin.

"Aye, alright. Before y'start beggin'. I've no where in particular t'go, but you're takin' me there since you already offered," she said proudly. And he couldn't take that back now.

His face brightens to that practiced, bright smile. He wouldn't know much of kin. he'd gotten close a few times. With Gasket. Wing. Even the time he spent as a Wrecker, there was definitely a sense of closeness.

"Well, I'll take you no where in particular in style, then." Rising to his feet, he stretches. Oddly a lot more limber than you would expect a robot to be. Satisfied, he kneels and offers her his hand.

"Come on up."

There's no way he'll be able to get around well in his alt-mode, this area is full of rubble and he's certain he'd pop a tire.

Once his hand was down, Ygritte stepped onto it. She held onto his thumb, taking in how exciting this was. She wouldn't admit it of course, but this was actually pretty exciting. A little scary, much like climbing the Wall was, but she would never admit how scared she was or wasn't while doing that either.

"So where y'takin' me?" She asked.

She doesn't quite fit in one hand, he gathers he up and lifts her towards his shoulders, letting her hold onto his fingers.

"Make yourself comfortable. Just don't grab my finials."

He takes the time to make sure she gets herself situated.

"Hmm. Not sure yet. Where do you feel like? Or do you want me to surprise you?"

She stepped onto his shoulder before taking a seat. Her giants from home weren't that big, at least not as big as he was. They also would never let a human sit on them. But she was amused. She turned to look at his face with a grin.

"Your what? And take me there," she pointed out in the distance. It was another dilapidated building off in the distance.

Drift offers her a sidelong grin.

"My finials. People say they're ears, but they're not ears. They're finials. Don't grab them."

Once he spots where she's pointing, he plots his course.

"Over there? Consider it done. Hold on tight." He wouldn't let her fall, the Great Sword on his back offers good bracing for her, anyways. Good old Wing. Always looking out for people.

Once he's sure she's settled, he starts of with a jog that quickly becomes a sprint. As soon as they encounter a structure however, he nimbly vaults over it. The ride is smoother than one might expect, and Drift? Well, for all his verbal stumblings, he's got definite grace on his feet.

"Okay, I won't touch your ears." She made a face at him, holding onto the plates on his shoulders not at all expecting how light and easy the travel was.

He moved swiftly, and she wasn't jostled as much. Horses were rare above the Wall, but she had stolen enough to know what it was like. This wasn't at all like that, though she held on tightly just in case.

She looked down at the building. "See any metal bits? Good ones?"

He skids to a stop when she asks the question, turning his his just enough to see her.

"Define good. Anything made of metal? You're looking for scrap?" It makes sense, really. It's a valuable commodity, nonetheless.

He almost regrets stopping. Running is so very freeing.

"To sell or trade. Get a good deal, get better metals, some times trade for animals for meat." She had meat smoking behind her camp as well as some preserves. It wasn't much, but it was how she lived when she was in the city.

"Noted. I'll keep an eye out." The fortunate thing about his size is the fact that any dilapidated buildings aren't an obstacle. He stretches up to peer in a window.

"Hmm. Looks like the floors are collapsed. Want me to set you down?"

"Well I can't walk into it if there aren't any floors." So she held onto him still, peering down herself.

"Piles o' metal are better. Harder to find, rubble and the like. Good steel comes from it."

"Mmm..."

Well it's not like anyone's going to miss it. He stoops down, reaching into the long-since crumbled door on the first floor and starts pulling out hand fulls of the crumbled building.

"Like this?"

She gave a laugh. "I need the metal bits, strip the piping or there's long metal trunks that hold these things up." That was what sold. Wiring did, too. That was harder to get at though.

"Hmm."

It's not glamorous job, but it's something he knows how to do well. He remembers vividly the fist long stretch of his life in the gutters, scraping by and stealing bits and pieces here and there.

He easily pulls hunks of cement and brick off of pipes and wires, tossing the rubble aside and starting a little stack.

She stayed seated on his shoulder and watched him move. "You're pretty handy at this," she told him. "I should keep you around."

"You already keep me around," He counters wryly, adding to his neat little stack. This is nice busy work, anyways.

"Anything I can do to help." It's what makes him feel useful. He'd probably go crazy if it wasn't for his nosy streak.

"Aye, I do." He mostly started with following her around, and it wasn't too much different. "But thanks."

"My pleasure." To be honest, Drift just likes spending time with her. All other pretense aside, he doesn't feel any pressure in their odd friendship. They're both a little feral, and he appreciates someone who understands that.

"I think that's all I'm going to get out of this junk..."

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