Humming thoughtfully at Cliffjumper's odd - suspicious - daze, Mirage made no move to stop either his touches or the song.
The ritual would continue, and so long as Cliffjumper was calm and cooperative, he wasn't going to try ti investigate too deeply just yet. So he continued to pet Cliffjumper's pretty red helm, encouraging him to keep leaning back against the side of the berth.
It was a nice distraction, at least - it seemed to take the edge off the pain, even as Tracks worked his way down Mirage's back yet again.
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Date: 2014-03-13 09:01 am (UTC)The ritual would continue, and so long as Cliffjumper was calm and cooperative, he wasn't going to try ti investigate too deeply just yet. So he continued to pet Cliffjumper's pretty red helm, encouraging him to keep leaning back against the side of the berth.
It was a nice distraction, at least - it seemed to take the edge off the pain, even as Tracks worked his way down Mirage's back yet again.