On some level, he thinks there’s a ridiculous part of him that’s actually a little disappointed that he’s not riding a real dragon, but Tsukishima is more than willing to acknowledge that part is from when he was six and watched Jurassic Park multiple times in a row until his older brother had to gently pry him from the television.

The rest of him knows how amazing all of this is, and he glances over the entirety of Skyfire again in quiet amazement. By no means is he a robotics expert, but he keeps up with the news well enough. He knows the level of advancement the human race has, at least on the Earth he’s familiar with, and it’s nothing like this. There’s always that little thing that’s a bit off, that’s strange in appearance or doesn’t move entirely right, all that. But Skyfire, from a distance, had looked like, well, an actual organic creature like anything else, besides the fact that he was a distinctly mythical one. Robot or whatever he is, it’s…. Unbelievable.

“What’s the difference, then?” he asks, remembering to glance around so that they’re not surprised again