"Really?" At least it was a hiss, even if it's spiritual self was a whine as Cliffjumper looked from the altar where he'd be sitting, to the berth, right in front of it.
His field twitched, but thankfully he caught it before it could wobble outside of normal range, which meant no one would notice anything if they were being polite about keeping their own personal space.
Which he hoped.
Not bothering to hide his grimace, Cliffjumper stomped over to the altar, glared at Tracks and then nearly collapsed onto the pouf.
Sitting still was far harder to accomplish however, because despite the fact that it was a well-made metal mesh and was well-filled, it didn't seem... comfortable. Which was probably only partly due to Cliffjumper being uncomfortable and partly that it was large enough the easiest way to sit on it was with his legs crossed when he'd rather have sat with them under him. Easier to get up from, but the pouf was too squishy for that.
"There, happy?" With a grumble, Cliffjumper crossed his arms over his chestplates and stared at the altar instead of either Tracks or Mirage.
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Date: 2014-01-07 12:29 pm (UTC)His field twitched, but thankfully he caught it before it could wobble outside of normal range, which meant no one would notice anything if they were being polite about keeping their own personal space.
Which he hoped.
Not bothering to hide his grimace, Cliffjumper stomped over to the altar, glared at Tracks and then nearly collapsed onto the pouf.
Sitting still was far harder to accomplish however, because despite the fact that it was a well-made metal mesh and was well-filled, it didn't seem... comfortable. Which was probably only partly due to Cliffjumper being uncomfortable and partly that it was large enough the easiest way to sit on it was with his legs crossed when he'd rather have sat with them under him. Easier to get up from, but the pouf was too squishy for that.
"There, happy?" With a grumble, Cliffjumper crossed his arms over his chestplates and stared at the altar instead of either Tracks or Mirage.