Whacking the hand with the offending finger poking at his chestplate away, Cliffjumper snarled, his engine not particularly quiet either. And getting waste heat - which happened sometimes, mostly in passing - in his faceplate wasn't adding to his mood either.
"I'm processin' rationally, you're just actin' really fraggin' suspicious! We've got the blasted Insecticons on Earth, so you tell me sneakin' around and doing something suspicious and noone knowing why you're out here ain't grounds for---"
Cliffjumper's angry bellowing, underscored by his own jerky field which was causing a pretty unpleasant jangling static in the air between them, was interrupted by a loud, piercing whistle.
The noise sent whatever animals hadn't fled the mechanical roaring echoing around Mt. Hood scurrying away, and Cliffjumper jerked, stumbling a step back and rubbing his audials.
"Mechs." Jazz, whose arrival had gone unnoticed in all the noise, looked distinctly... unamused, arms crossed over his chestplates. Privately he was more exasperated than annoyed however, even if somebody would probably have to be assigned to soothe Mirage's scratched paint.
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Date: 2013-11-14 12:07 pm (UTC)"I'm processin' rationally, you're just actin' really fraggin' suspicious! We've got the blasted Insecticons on Earth, so you tell me sneakin' around and doing something suspicious and noone knowing why you're out here ain't grounds for---"
Cliffjumper's angry bellowing, underscored by his own jerky field which was causing a pretty unpleasant jangling static in the air between them, was interrupted by a loud, piercing whistle.
The noise sent whatever animals hadn't fled the mechanical roaring echoing around Mt. Hood scurrying away, and Cliffjumper jerked, stumbling a step back and rubbing his audials.
"Mechs." Jazz, whose arrival had gone unnoticed in all the noise, looked distinctly... unamused, arms crossed over his chestplates. Privately he was more exasperated than annoyed however, even if somebody would probably have to be assigned to soothe Mirage's scratched paint.