Two days into this (hopefully fruitful) farce, and Cliffjumper was about to fragging explode.
Mostly from this whole... thing. There'd been another, longer, tour of the city yesterday, then another banquet or whatever, though this time in someone's actual home instead of the same building they were staying in.
Mirage was glowing, and Cliffjumper wasn't sure if he meant that literally or metaphorically. Maybe both worked. Either way, the noble was clearly both enjoying himself and knowing exactly what to do, barring the differences another planet and culture made.
It was obvious Mirage was used to this, and Cliffjumper couldn't exactly begrudge him. Still didn't mean it didn't leave him feeling out of sorts and like he had to watch every slagging step.
It was exhausting and driving him spare and leaving him to notice every little motion Mirage did lately.
So, thankfully, he'd been able to escape for an unscheduled and unguarded trip around the city. Of course, people could still tell who he was because literally no one was his size, but everybody left him alone and that was all Cliffjumper cared about as he went looking.
It was risky, yes, but he reasoned that, since he and Mirage were supposed to be bonded, it should be fine... slip in under the cover of 'supposedly a couple'. Now just to find something...
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Date: 2016-03-01 06:56 pm (UTC)Mostly from this whole... thing. There'd been another, longer, tour of the city yesterday, then another banquet or whatever, though this time in someone's actual home instead of the same building they were staying in.
Mirage was glowing, and Cliffjumper wasn't sure if he meant that literally or metaphorically. Maybe both worked. Either way, the noble was clearly both enjoying himself and knowing exactly what to do, barring the differences another planet and culture made.
It was obvious Mirage was used to this, and Cliffjumper couldn't exactly begrudge him. Still didn't mean it didn't leave him feeling out of sorts and like he had to watch every slagging step.
It was exhausting and driving him spare and leaving him to notice every little motion Mirage did lately.
So, thankfully, he'd been able to escape for an unscheduled and unguarded trip around the city. Of course, people could still tell who he was because literally no one was his size, but everybody left him alone and that was all Cliffjumper cared about as he went looking.
It was risky, yes, but he reasoned that, since he and Mirage were supposed to be bonded, it should be fine... slip in under the cover of 'supposedly a couple'. Now just to find something...