::Yes, yes...:: Mirage grumbled, waving a hand as Ratchet departed.
What a mess indeed.
"Come Tracks. Let us get this cleaned up..."
Mirage stretched his arms over his head, popping out the stiffness born from pain and anger; he was spotted with drizzles of energon and tiny fragments of welding slag wrought from his own frame. He turned toward the hot oil baths, Tracks laying a supportive hand on his shoulder as they went.
At least they could take some comfort in kvetching together in the washracks.
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Date: 2013-12-04 09:03 am (UTC)What a mess indeed.
"Come Tracks. Let us get this cleaned up..."
Mirage stretched his arms over his head, popping out the stiffness born from pain and anger; he was spotted with drizzles of energon and tiny fragments of welding slag wrought from his own frame. He turned toward the hot oil baths, Tracks laying a supportive hand on his shoulder as they went.
At least they could take some comfort in kvetching together in the washracks.