"... Ya think so? Ain't really done it seriously or anythin', but... I think I'd like it." He shrugged and looked away, a tiny smirk on his faceplates before it was smothered into a more "innocent" one. He couldn't really admit to having participated in one or two illegal street races, not within earshot of any of the guards around the dock, or, really, Optimus.
If Mirage asked, the mech could be obligated to tell him, and Cliffjumper didn't want to put him in that spot... Or exactly admit to doing something illegal either way.
Looking around the dock, Cliffjumper shifted on his feet at the edge of the dock, scowling slightly.
"... Maybe... Like what they're doin'. An' what you are, right now." It was the easiest way to phrase it without explicitely describing it, but it seemed kind of silly, he knew. It wasn't because he was a minibot, he knew there were others of his type who was stronger than he was, but he? Wasn't very strong, which would be a problem in doing work like this effectively.
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If Mirage asked, the mech could be obligated to tell him, and Cliffjumper didn't want to put him in that spot... Or exactly admit to doing something illegal either way.
Looking around the dock, Cliffjumper shifted on his feet at the edge of the dock, scowling slightly.
"... Maybe... Like what they're doin'. An' what you are, right now." It was the easiest way to phrase it without explicitely describing it, but it seemed kind of silly, he knew. It wasn't because he was a minibot, he knew there were others of his type who was stronger than he was, but he? Wasn't very strong, which would be a problem in doing work like this effectively.