Laying down on his ventral plates, Mirage allowed himself the luxury of resettling down into the cushions comfortably, chin resting on crossed arms. There would be little else entirely 'comfortable' about this. Tracks climbed up behind him, next to the side which had remained half-done since their last session.
With a nod to his fellow noble, Mirage's optics went half-lit as he resumed his deep, thrumming hum; the monotonous chant served as a focal point, allowing him to withstand the pain of the etching. Tool in hand coming to life with a whine, Tracks began to continue the etching marks without so much as a single glance in Cliffjumper's direction.
The tool drew sparks as it bit through chromomatonanites and the upper layers of plating; Mirage twitched, shoulder-wheels hunching minutely with a quiet engine whine before he abruptly evened out, frame regaining it's former slack. Tracks seemed to have been anticipating it, withdrawing just enough to keep from mussing the lines, before continuing.
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Date: 2014-02-27 09:03 am (UTC)With a nod to his fellow noble, Mirage's optics went half-lit as he resumed his deep, thrumming hum; the monotonous chant served as a focal point, allowing him to withstand the pain of the etching. Tool in hand coming to life with a whine, Tracks began to continue the etching marks without so much as a single glance in Cliffjumper's direction.
The tool drew sparks as it bit through chromomatonanites and the upper layers of plating; Mirage twitched, shoulder-wheels hunching minutely with a quiet engine whine before he abruptly evened out, frame regaining it's former slack. Tracks seemed to have been anticipating it, withdrawing just enough to keep from mussing the lines, before continuing.
It was going to be a long night.