Mirage snapped out, punctuating his roar with a shake of the minibot in his grip. But he didn't get to shake him until his bolts started rattling, as he truly wanted to; Cliffjumper's explanation made him draw up short, and he nearly dropped the red mech in a heap.
"Oh, for the love of-" Mirage slapped a hand over his optics, while Tracks sputtered indignantly behind him.
"You cannot be serious."
"Clearly he is," snapped Tracks, returning Cliffjumper's glare with one of his own. "That is foul."
"That isn't what was going on at all." Mirage growled, pinching his nasal ridge in-between two fingers.
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Date: 2013-11-24 10:05 am (UTC)Mirage snapped out, punctuating his roar with a shake of the minibot in his grip. But he didn't get to shake him until his bolts started rattling, as he truly wanted to; Cliffjumper's explanation made him draw up short, and he nearly dropped the red mech in a heap.
"Oh, for the love of-" Mirage slapped a hand over his optics, while Tracks sputtered indignantly behind him.
"You cannot be serious."
"Clearly he is," snapped Tracks, returning Cliffjumper's glare with one of his own. "That is foul."
"That isn't what was going on at all." Mirage growled, pinching his nasal ridge in-between two fingers.