Track's scathing reply was cut off with a yelp as he flew back with unexpected force, rolling backwards off the berth. Minibot punches were always almost always a surprise in their strength.
Mirage, meanwhile, slid right off the berth on his belly at the tug, landing on his knees and flopping bonelessly onto the floor. Thankfully, none of his limbs had yet to be worked on, so there was no pain in Cliffjumper's hold on him, but he was still shaking in the red mech's grip.
Mirage stared at the floor and a section of Cliffjumper's foot, uncomprehending. Somewhere in the back of his addled processor, hysterical indignation and anger was beginning to fizzle into existence.
Though he wasn't quite sure why just yet.
"Cl'ffjumper, wh-what? 'M not drugged, you...dumb person..."
His words were slurred, and he shook his helm, trying to glare with pain-dulled optics.
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Mirage, meanwhile, slid right off the berth on his belly at the tug, landing on his knees and flopping bonelessly onto the floor. Thankfully, none of his limbs had yet to be worked on, so there was no pain in Cliffjumper's hold on him, but he was still shaking in the red mech's grip.
Mirage stared at the floor and a section of Cliffjumper's foot, uncomprehending. Somewhere in the back of his addled processor, hysterical indignation and anger was beginning to fizzle into existence.
Though he wasn't quite sure why just yet.
"Cl'ffjumper, wh-what? 'M not drugged, you...dumb person..."
His words were slurred, and he shook his helm, trying to glare with pain-dulled optics.