He didn't do more than blink his optics at the 'compliment,' trying to take it with the tone it was intended.
"...Thank you, sir."
He relaxed again when Mirage left the room, finishing off his cube in one long gulp before glancing down at Cliffjumper's frame.
"Well. You've got the right idea, at least."
Grunting, framing pinging with aches from all the excitement of the day, Optimus slowly reclined down next to the red minibot. The berth was, as befitted a mech of the Towers, obscenely comfortable, and Optimus had barely draped a lazy, protective arm across Cliffjumper's side before he found himself slipping into recharge himself.
OH MIRAGE
"...Thank you, sir."
He relaxed again when Mirage left the room, finishing off his cube in one long gulp before glancing down at Cliffjumper's frame.
"Well. You've got the right idea, at least."
Grunting, framing pinging with aches from all the excitement of the day, Optimus slowly reclined down next to the red minibot. The berth was, as befitted a mech of the Towers, obscenely comfortable, and Optimus had barely draped a lazy, protective arm across Cliffjumper's side before he found himself slipping into recharge himself.