Since they're, for the moment, 'alone' (insofar as Cliffjumper doesn't have immediate company), he snickered and tilted his helm, glancing up at Optimus out of the corner of his vision.
::Well, depends on what ya mean. I do of course 'know' every single one present, by name an' station, rank, whatever, at least. But, uh, Bumblebee should be 'round here...:: Cliffjumper trailed off as he looked around, and thus both Cliffjumper and Optimus had their backs to the mech who came up to them.
"I didn't expect to see you this soon. A pleasure as always," the voice was fairly a purr, and while there's technically nothing unpleasant implied, the intensity was all wrong as the purple-plated Decepticon senator with the strangely shaped helmet swept a bow.
Cliffjumper, shoulders firming, whirled around to glare up at the mech.
"Senator Ratbat. Wish I could say the same." Somehow, the clearly angry little mech managed to sound rather courteous. Didn't stop his fingers from tightening around the glass, however.
"I'm surpised you're here, actually, ain't ya kinda... busy these days? Managed to get all your affairs in order?" Cliffjumper snapped and managed to keep from shifting in place.
There was something about the look on those faceplates he didn't like, at all, and it had nothing (or everything, he wasn't sure) to do with Ratbat being a 'Con.
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Date: 2011-11-15 07:09 pm (UTC)::Well, depends on what ya mean. I do of course 'know' every single one present, by name an' station, rank, whatever, at least. But, uh, Bumblebee should be 'round here...:: Cliffjumper trailed off as he looked around, and thus both Cliffjumper and Optimus had their backs to the mech who came up to them.
"I didn't expect to see you this soon. A pleasure as always," the voice was fairly a purr, and while there's technically nothing unpleasant implied, the intensity was all wrong as the purple-plated Decepticon senator with the strangely shaped helmet swept a bow.
Cliffjumper, shoulders firming, whirled around to glare up at the mech.
"Senator Ratbat. Wish I could say the same." Somehow, the clearly angry little mech managed to sound rather courteous. Didn't stop his fingers from tightening around the glass, however.
"I'm surpised you're here, actually, ain't ya kinda... busy these days? Managed to get all your affairs in order?" Cliffjumper snapped and managed to keep from shifting in place.
There was something about the look on those faceplates he didn't like, at all, and it had nothing (or everything, he wasn't sure) to do with Ratbat being a 'Con.