The rev of the engine reverberated through Cliffjumper's frame this close, the kinetic energy joining up with the electrical charge, dancing both on and below his plating.
With nowhere to actually go when his horns were touched again - the mouth on his throat both anchor and yet another edge - he just pressed closed, tiny little rubbing motions of armour against armour as blue optics brightened.
This time, any noise was swallowed by the vocalizer merely spitting out static.
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Date: 2012-01-18 09:53 pm (UTC)With nowhere to actually go when his horns were touched again - the mouth on his throat both anchor and yet another edge - he just pressed closed, tiny little rubbing motions of armour against armour as blue optics brightened.
This time, any noise was swallowed by the vocalizer merely spitting out static.