It'd taken nearly half a year before Cliffjumper had forgiven Mirage for at least not telling him what was going to happen sooner or later whenever a new Prime stepped forward. That it had been sooner than Mirage had thought it would be didn't really matter, or help really, now did it?
It was still hard to know how to deal with it, though. Not so much that there were several others around - while he'd never thought that would happen, it wasn't so bad, even (especially) considering the singing session two weeks ago - but rather this whole... thing.
Growling and tossing a glare at the displayed trailer for an upcoming holo-vid with a very familiar storyline as he drove past, Cliffjumper wasn't even sure why it was so hard to trust a mech that he knew was in all ways decent. When he'd finally managed to voice it to Mirage, he'd winced and shaken his helm.
But he'd have to if not learn to trust the Prime... Optimus, then at least give that trust either way and maybe the rest would come later.
Transforming on the plaza in front of the Tower of Pion, Cliffjumper tilted his helm back, staring narrowly up towards the top where he knew the floors he now (had to) called home were. The whistle down at his feet had the minibot grinning slightly and he shrugged.
"Okay, okay. We're goin'." Huffing, Cliffjumper stopped just standing around, but at the doors into the Tower itself, one of the guards waved him over. He didn't have any time to ask what the guard wanted before he spoke, and considering what was said, everybody involved was lucky Cliffjumper didn't just short-out then and there.
"Uh... Lord Cliffjumper. Lord Prime told me to tell you... 'The turbofox is in the nest'?" The guard looked extremely quizzical as he said it, and Cliffjumper managed to swallow his sputtering, but his optics widened and flared brighter for a moment.
He hadn't just... said..!
"... Rrr. I can't... Frag. Uh, I mean. Thanks. I'll, er. Tell him we'll..." He could say it. That was the point of it, after all; if he never gave any trust (though some would say this was a slightly extreme wya of going about it) he'd never know if Optimus could be trusted like this too.
"Tell him... we can go huntin' whenever... rrr, whenever he's ready," Cliffjumper finally managed to mutter, nearly spat it out as he glanced upwards, though from this angle he only saw the ceiling of the first floor, of course.
The guard, confused over being told to deliver this message when Cliffjumper could no doubt have done it himself, nodded and stared quietly as the shortest of the Prime's consorts wandered off into the tower, and then jerked up straight and carefully sent the message on.
Standing at the elevator, Cliffjumper looked down by his feet again and snorted, nudging Roller.
"Hey, you. Ya can't take this way up. That'd be cheatin' and I... ain't... gonna make it that easy." Voice fuzzing with embarrassed static, Cliffjumper quickly jumped into the elevator intended only for the Prime and his harem and waved to the drone as the doors closed.
Round Two!
It was still hard to know how to deal with it, though. Not so much that there were several others around - while he'd never thought that would happen, it wasn't so bad, even (especially) considering the singing session two weeks ago - but rather this whole... thing.
Growling and tossing a glare at the displayed trailer for an upcoming holo-vid with a very familiar storyline as he drove past, Cliffjumper wasn't even sure why it was so hard to trust a mech that he knew was in all ways decent. When he'd finally managed to voice it to Mirage, he'd winced and shaken his helm.
But he'd have to if not learn to trust the Prime... Optimus, then at least give that trust either way and maybe the rest would come later.
Transforming on the plaza in front of the Tower of Pion, Cliffjumper tilted his helm back, staring narrowly up towards the top where he knew the floors he now (had to) called home were. The whistle down at his feet had the minibot grinning slightly and he shrugged.
"Okay, okay. We're goin'." Huffing, Cliffjumper stopped just standing around, but at the doors into the Tower itself, one of the guards waved him over. He didn't have any time to ask what the guard wanted before he spoke, and considering what was said, everybody involved was lucky Cliffjumper didn't just short-out then and there.
"Uh... Lord Cliffjumper. Lord Prime told me to tell you... 'The turbofox is in the nest'?" The guard looked extremely quizzical as he said it, and Cliffjumper managed to swallow his sputtering, but his optics widened and flared brighter for a moment.
He hadn't just... said..!
"... Rrr. I can't... Frag. Uh, I mean. Thanks. I'll, er. Tell him we'll..." He could say it. That was the point of it, after all; if he never gave any trust (though some would say this was a slightly extreme wya of going about it) he'd never know if Optimus could be trusted like this too.
"Tell him... we can go huntin' whenever... rrr, whenever he's ready," Cliffjumper finally managed to mutter, nearly spat it out as he glanced upwards, though from this angle he only saw the ceiling of the first floor, of course.
The guard, confused over being told to deliver this message when Cliffjumper could no doubt have done it himself, nodded and stared quietly as the shortest of the Prime's consorts wandered off into the tower, and then jerked up straight and carefully sent the message on.
Standing at the elevator, Cliffjumper looked down by his feet again and snorted, nudging Roller.
"Hey, you. Ya can't take this way up. That'd be cheatin' and I... ain't... gonna make it that easy." Voice fuzzing with embarrassed static, Cliffjumper quickly jumped into the elevator intended only for the Prime and his harem and waved to the drone as the doors closed.
Why had he thought this was a good idea again?