In the middle of concentrating on his work, leaning in to give the rock what was likely far more artistic detailing than it deserved, Mirage was caught completely unawares.
He jerked at the unexpected yell, helm hitting the stone directly in front of him hard enough to draw sparks, soldering iron tumbling erratically down.
Mirage knew that outraged voice.
"Ow-! Cliffjumper?"
He jerked away from the rock, hand cupping his forehelm in pain as he turned to give the minibot a vicious glare.
"What in the molten pit is the matter with you?"
The swear slipped out in Primal Vernacular without Mirage even thinking about it, bristling as he was over the disruption to his already poor ceremony.
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Date: 2013-11-13 10:44 pm (UTC)He jerked at the unexpected yell, helm hitting the stone directly in front of him hard enough to draw sparks, soldering iron tumbling erratically down.
Mirage knew that outraged voice.
"Ow-! Cliffjumper?"
He jerked away from the rock, hand cupping his forehelm in pain as he turned to give the minibot a vicious glare.
"What in the molten pit is the matter with you?"
The swear slipped out in Primal Vernacular without Mirage even thinking about it, bristling as he was over the disruption to his already poor ceremony.