In the end, it had taken longer than probably planned or intended before Cliffjumper's "punishment" got put into actual reality, as a storm shortly after the incident in the storage room left the Autobots offering help and then a few days later Decepticon activity ramped up.
So it wasn't until two weeks later Cliffjumper was walking (okay, slooowlyyyy and dragging his feet about it) to where he'd been told to go, thoroughly uncomfortable.
Partly because he had no idea what Mirage intended, and he hated not knowing, especially as he didn't really trust Mirage - or Tracks either for that matter - to not come up with something humiliating. He was... uhm. Attracted to Mirage, yes, but that didn't mean he was stupid; the noble could be quite vicious when he wasn't aloof and standoffish, though Bumblebee had nuanced that picture, which was why, besides the physial attraction, the crush probably lingered.
But yeah, not stupid, and he'd had to spend the last two weeks with people needling him over his multiple missteps - or trying to badger him into telling them what Tracks and Mirage had been doing. How people had found out he didn't know, but he'd stayed stubbornly quiet about it. He'd also had to spend the time mostly with Bumblebee when it turned out nearly everybody of even his usual friends were being... insufferable.
Bumblebee, while he'd not let Cliffjumper get away from the fact that he'd acted stupidly in part, was at least more understanding.
Cliffjumper also found himself uncomfortable because after what had been said, he'd gone and done some research into that "pain could sometimes be pleasant" thing. Sure, most of it had by necessity have to come from human sources, but the theory was the same as he'd been able to piece together, so it was close enough to be helpful.
And close enough to let the minibot come to the conclusion that he didn't understand it at all, and got sort of... upset, at the thought of pain being caused deliberately like that, even if everybody participating supposedly enjoyed it.
It didn't seem safe, and it didn't seem right, but besides that, it just caused a viceral reaction in some deeper programming that just had Cliffjumper upset at the idea in general. And that was sort of annoying, but---
Pushing the thought away as he'd gotten there, Cliffjumper crossed his arms over his chestplates and straightened his back. He could do this.
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So it wasn't until two weeks later Cliffjumper was walking (okay, slooowlyyyy and dragging his feet about it) to where he'd been told to go, thoroughly uncomfortable.
Partly because he had no idea what Mirage intended, and he hated not knowing, especially as he didn't really trust Mirage - or Tracks either for that matter - to not come up with something humiliating. He was... uhm. Attracted to Mirage, yes, but that didn't mean he was stupid; the noble could be quite vicious when he wasn't aloof and standoffish, though Bumblebee had nuanced that picture, which was why, besides the physial attraction, the crush probably lingered.
But yeah, not stupid, and he'd had to spend the last two weeks with people needling him over his multiple missteps - or trying to badger him into telling them what Tracks and Mirage had been doing. How people had found out he didn't know, but he'd stayed stubbornly quiet about it. He'd also had to spend the time mostly with Bumblebee when it turned out nearly everybody of even his usual friends were being... insufferable.
Bumblebee, while he'd not let Cliffjumper get away from the fact that he'd acted stupidly in part, was at least more understanding.
Cliffjumper also found himself uncomfortable because after what had been said, he'd gone and done some research into that "pain could sometimes be pleasant" thing. Sure, most of it had by necessity have to come from human sources, but the theory was the same as he'd been able to piece together, so it was close enough to be helpful.
And close enough to let the minibot come to the conclusion that he didn't understand it at all, and got sort of... upset, at the thought of pain being caused deliberately like that, even if everybody participating supposedly enjoyed it.
It didn't seem safe, and it didn't seem right, but besides that, it just caused a viceral reaction in some deeper programming that just had Cliffjumper upset at the idea in general. And that was sort of annoying, but---
Pushing the thought away as he'd gotten there, Cliffjumper crossed his arms over his chestplates and straightened his back. He could do this.