O: It really was just as telling, if not more so, and Optimus is glad yet again for his mask, as it hides his amused smile as he follows the mini to the elevator.
"Thank you. The white at least looks good with your coloring. I don't see how these colors go together at all."
Shy, unsure clients were his favorite. It always felt more real and less like a job, and comforting another mech emotionally was just simply more fulfilling. Who knew such a rough and tumble little mech had it in him?
He frowns once they get in the lift, though, rubbing his chin. "...Possible, but doubtful. We probably shouldn't even speculate, of course."
Of course. Who knew who had audials where, especially in a place as politically cutthroat as the Towers. Subject change time.
"So. Any tips on how to survive this party?"
CJ: Well, in Cliffjumper's opinion the copper and gold works well enough and doesn't really clash; it just makes him more visually impressive, really.
"Uh... I'd think it's cause the gold an' the copper's on the same spectrum as your red, and all those three go well with the blue," Cliffjumper broke off with a huff, frowning at the elevator doors as they close, extremely displeased; sure, he's supposed to know scrap like that because of their station blah blah blah, but he doesn't like it. Felt unnecessary, and all these things sometimes made him feel quite inadequate; Mirage probably shouldn't have picked up a random protoform for whatever reason but taken someone from a caste that would fit better.
Optimus comment that they should 'of course' not even speculate gets a sharp, narrow grin and a shrug. Indeed they shouldn't. Especially not in the elevator.
"Well, you ain't an official guest, so even if someone starts talkin' to ya, if you don't like 'em, you could just glare an' then ignore them. In fact, you're welcome to," Cliffjumper said with a grin; it wasn't something he could do, but it was often something he'd like to do, especially concerning some senators and nobles because frag they could sometimes be not just annoying, but... creepy.
Cliffjumper frowned at that thought and then shrugged.
"I think that's it. If any of them actually knows ya from other places, you probably should at least acknowledge 'em an' then just claim you're workin'."
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Date: 2011-11-14 12:34 am (UTC)"Thank you. The white at least looks good with your coloring. I don't see how these colors go together at all."
Shy, unsure clients were his favorite. It always felt more real and less like a job, and comforting another mech emotionally was just simply more fulfilling. Who knew such a rough and tumble little mech had it in him?
He frowns once they get in the lift, though, rubbing his chin. "...Possible, but doubtful. We probably shouldn't even speculate, of course."
Of course. Who knew who had audials where, especially in a place as politically cutthroat as the Towers. Subject change time.
"So. Any tips on how to survive this party?"
CJ: Well, in Cliffjumper's opinion the copper and gold works well enough and doesn't really clash; it just makes him more visually impressive, really.
"Uh... I'd think it's cause the gold an' the copper's on the same spectrum as your red, and all those three go well with the blue," Cliffjumper broke off with a huff, frowning at the elevator doors as they close, extremely displeased; sure, he's supposed to know scrap like that because of their station blah blah blah, but he doesn't like it. Felt unnecessary, and all these things sometimes made him feel quite inadequate; Mirage probably shouldn't have picked up a random protoform for whatever reason but taken someone from a caste that would fit better.
Optimus comment that they should 'of course' not even speculate gets a sharp, narrow grin and a shrug. Indeed they shouldn't. Especially not in the elevator.
"Well, you ain't an official guest, so even if someone starts talkin' to ya, if you don't like 'em, you could just glare an' then ignore them. In fact, you're welcome to," Cliffjumper said with a grin; it wasn't something he could do, but it was often something he'd like to do, especially concerning some senators and nobles because frag they could sometimes be not just annoying, but... creepy.
Cliffjumper frowned at that thought and then shrugged.
"I think that's it. If any of them actually knows ya from other places, you probably should at least acknowledge 'em an' then just claim you're workin'."