::And how the slag is it?! Ain't there other ways---:: Cliffjumper snapped and slashed a hand through the air, then jerkily ducked away from under the hand even as he slumped down heavily on the floor again, arms crossed.
He didn't get it and why was this an acceptable way of showing dedication? If his horns could be twitching from the flickering thing which was hovering in the air in an ever-expanding net, they would be. He knew trying to turn off the sensors in his horns wouldn't work - he'd feel it anyway.
That was just the first and most sensitive point, beside the jittery pressure on the circuits around his spark chamber.
Cliffjumper was also vaguely aware that this was probably not making anything easier for Mirage, the way he was acting, but---
Growling angrily, he curled up at stared at the floor as if he could melt it, and while the song was sort of helping again, now that Mirage's composure had broken he was too aware of it, as well as the trembling wheel-mount.
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Date: 2014-03-11 11:52 am (UTC)He didn't get it and why was this an acceptable way of showing dedication? If his horns could be twitching from the flickering thing which was hovering in the air in an ever-expanding net, they would be. He knew trying to turn off the sensors in his horns wouldn't work - he'd feel it anyway.
That was just the first and most sensitive point, beside the jittery pressure on the circuits around his spark chamber.
Cliffjumper was also vaguely aware that this was probably not making anything easier for Mirage, the way he was acting, but---
Growling angrily, he curled up at stared at the floor as if he could melt it, and while the song was sort of helping again, now that Mirage's composure had broken he was too aware of it, as well as the trembling wheel-mount.