"Everybody don't slaggin' think of all possible things they can do before actin', ya know," Cliffjumper snarled, aware but not caring such an argument could be used against him - sometimes acting immediately was the right thing to do, after all.
Then he pushed past Mirage and stomped up to Tracks, glaring up at the taller mech.
"And maybe I would have, but ya know what? I don't care!" It wasn't exactly true, because he wasn't feeling very proud over having disrupted a rite. He wasn't religious enough to ever have gone to a temple prior to the war, but still.
With that, Cliffjumper dashed for the door, intent on just... apologising at some other point and not when he was angry (and maybe upset) and almost ran into the wall of metal that suddenly just seemed to appear in the doorway.
The only reason he didn't was because Ratchet caught him at the shoulders.
"I care about checking every single blasted glitch in this room over before they leave, however. So back in with you!" Letting go of Cliffjumper's shoulders, Ratchet shooed at him.
Cliffjumper, engine sputtering, bristled.
"I don't--- don't need repairs! This ain't anyth---" The sharp wave at the cracked windshield and very obvious dent beneath it and words both petered off at Ratchet's stare, and he turned around and dropped down by the wall - and had to hold in a pained grunt as he did so. At least Ratchet hadn't yanked him around, just stopped him from crashing into him.
"I think I'll be the judge of that, and Mirage..." Optics narrowing at the mech while Ratchet went for Tracks first and none too gently made him sit down on the edge of the berth the two nobles had been on previously, he shook his hand at him. "Didn't I tell you to ping me before you attempted something like this? And sit down for the love of Primus!"
Priest of Primus or not, these were delicate procedures and Ratchet knew even the most experienced clergy had their own temple-medics (usually priests as well) nearby. The fierce lines on Ratchet's face easily telegraphed what he thought about having been called after things hadn't just gone bad (for whatever reason) but after they'd even started the rite.
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Date: 2013-11-26 11:38 am (UTC)Then he pushed past Mirage and stomped up to Tracks, glaring up at the taller mech.
"And maybe I would have, but ya know what? I don't care!" It wasn't exactly true, because he wasn't feeling very proud over having disrupted a rite. He wasn't religious enough to ever have gone to a temple prior to the war, but still.
With that, Cliffjumper dashed for the door, intent on just... apologising at some other point and not when he was angry (and maybe upset) and almost ran into the wall of metal that suddenly just seemed to appear in the doorway.
The only reason he didn't was because Ratchet caught him at the shoulders.
"I care about checking every single blasted glitch in this room over before they leave, however. So back in with you!" Letting go of Cliffjumper's shoulders, Ratchet shooed at him.
Cliffjumper, engine sputtering, bristled.
"I don't--- don't need repairs! This ain't anyth---" The sharp wave at the cracked windshield and very obvious dent beneath it and words both petered off at Ratchet's stare, and he turned around and dropped down by the wall - and had to hold in a pained grunt as he did so. At least Ratchet hadn't yanked him around, just stopped him from crashing into him.
"I think I'll be the judge of that, and Mirage..." Optics narrowing at the mech while Ratchet went for Tracks first and none too gently made him sit down on the edge of the berth the two nobles had been on previously, he shook his hand at him. "Didn't I tell you to ping me before you attempted something like this? And sit down for the love of Primus!"
Priest of Primus or not, these were delicate procedures and Ratchet knew even the most experienced clergy had their own temple-medics (usually priests as well) nearby. The fierce lines on Ratchet's face easily telegraphed what he thought about having been called after things hadn't just gone bad (for whatever reason) but after they'd even started the rite.