The new tension and rev of the engine, as brief as it was before Cliffjumper relaxed into the tighter embrace and pressed his faceplates close to the red armour beneath it was more frustrated than nervous. He didn't like at all that he needed that support. That was stupid.
"'Course I'll be." Despite the slightly challenging tone and lack of acknowledgement of the rest of the sentence, Cliffjumper rubbed his cheek against the armour and then gave a long, drawn-out whine from his vocalizer before he moved to get off the berth as soon as he could.
"An' whose fault is that, anyway?" Immediately after that, however, Cliffjumper looked away, optics bright in embarrassment that he'd actually said that, and skittered away for the doorway into the washracks attached to his room.
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Date: 2012-02-04 10:49 pm (UTC)"'Course I'll be." Despite the slightly challenging tone and lack of acknowledgement of the rest of the sentence, Cliffjumper rubbed his cheek against the armour and then gave a long, drawn-out whine from his vocalizer before he moved to get off the berth as soon as he could.
"An' whose fault is that, anyway?" Immediately after that, however, Cliffjumper looked away, optics bright in embarrassment that he'd actually said that, and skittered away for the doorway into the washracks attached to his room.