Pace, what pace, Optimus? Cliffjumper was probably more likely to attempt to - somehow - slide out of this situation entierly, despite any - potential or actual - interest!
"Yeah, I know. Dunno why it got to me since I knew it might happen..." Cliffjumper muttered and rubbed the side of his helm, the fingers he had caught in OPtimus' grill reflexively shifting.
"Er... Sorry 'bout that..." A quick, bright-opticked glance upwards and Cliffjumper pulled his hand back, but felt unsure of where to put it now, and despite the fact that he wasn't sure he wanted to stay, actually telling the mech to lift his arm so he could get off the berth didn't want to come out either.
It was nice and comfortable here, and Cliffjumper could admit - if only to himself - that yes, he kind of wanted to touch, but no matter Optimus' full status and responsibilities of his caste, he'd, in Cliffjumper's mind, been hired as a bodyguard.
Besides the fact that he felt awkward and had no idea how to go about this.
/sits and purrs
Date: 2012-01-04 08:47 pm (UTC)"Yeah, I know. Dunno why it got to me since I knew it might happen..." Cliffjumper muttered and rubbed the side of his helm, the fingers he had caught in OPtimus' grill reflexively shifting.
"Er... Sorry 'bout that..." A quick, bright-opticked glance upwards and Cliffjumper pulled his hand back, but felt unsure of where to put it now, and despite the fact that he wasn't sure he wanted to stay, actually telling the mech to lift his arm so he could get off the berth didn't want to come out either.
It was nice and comfortable here, and Cliffjumper could admit - if only to himself - that yes, he kind of wanted to touch, but no matter Optimus' full status and responsibilities of his caste, he'd, in Cliffjumper's mind, been hired as a bodyguard.
Besides the fact that he felt awkward and had no idea how to go about this.