Mirage smirked, dunking himself again before giving the vents around his helm a good brushing over. The feel of this particular solution around his face and head was his least favorite part, but he refused to even grimace around the stubborn minibot.
"Forty percent oil, forty percent standard cleanser, and twenty percent over-strength stripping-acid, for dissolving everything not native to a Cybertronian frame. Especially those organic bits that get everywhere on this planet."
He worked the heavy brush down along his joints and wheels with a sort of casual yet elegant viciousness; long limbs splaying out, joints twisting around, internal components as exposed as they could be before the bristles were thoroughly scrubbed across them. Mirage paused only long enough to pick out a stick fragment disdainfully, flicking it aside and out of the pool before continuing.
"Which is why I said you're not leaving until you are cleaned to my satisfaction."
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Date: 2013-12-08 10:48 pm (UTC)Mirage smirked, dunking himself again before giving the vents around his helm a good brushing over. The feel of this particular solution around his face and head was his least favorite part, but he refused to even grimace around the stubborn minibot.
"Forty percent oil, forty percent standard cleanser, and twenty percent over-strength stripping-acid, for dissolving everything not native to a Cybertronian frame. Especially those organic bits that get everywhere on this planet."
He worked the heavy brush down along his joints and wheels with a sort of casual yet elegant viciousness; long limbs splaying out, joints twisting around, internal components as exposed as they could be before the bristles were thoroughly scrubbed across them. Mirage paused only long enough to pick out a stick fragment disdainfully, flicking it aside and out of the pool before continuing.
"Which is why I said you're not leaving until you are cleaned to my satisfaction."