Mirage did what he could, patting armor without deviating from the center of the minibot's helm, but he couldn't tell how much it was really affecting him. Not without something a bit more verbal, which was exactly what they were both trying to prevent.
Eventually, even Mirage's composure had to break, as he and Tracks both knew it would.
After several long minutes, the detailing was scrolling now down both his sides and working it's way across shoulder blades and wheel-mount, which trembled under the attention. Fingers curling into a fist that rested painlessly on Cliffjumper's head, Mirage couldn't hold back a low keen that broke his song, platting shuddering.
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Date: 2014-03-09 08:12 am (UTC)Eventually, even Mirage's composure had to break, as he and Tracks both knew it would.
After several long minutes, the detailing was scrolling now down both his sides and working it's way across shoulder blades and wheel-mount, which trembled under the attention. Fingers curling into a fist that rested painlessly on Cliffjumper's head, Mirage couldn't hold back a low keen that broke his song, platting shuddering.