Date: 2014-03-27 11:23 am (UTC)
cliffjumper: (angry - what the slag is going on)
From: [personal profile] cliffjumper
Snarling fit to break his vocaliser - or at least it sounded like that - Cliffjumper crossed his arms over his chestplates and glared at Tracks. he was avoiding looking at Mirage, because the clearly wiped out, tremblingly vulnerability the mech was currently caught in made him uncomfortable.

It didn't seem right.

"If that... that thing is supposed to happen, why'd no one say so?! 'Cause I wasn't fragging expecting all the rustin' lights and---" Cliffjumper cut himself off mid-jumbled-rant, unwilling to admit, at least in front of Tracks, that he hadn't been able to move.

Further, he had no idea how to describe the state he'd just been in, and he wasn't sure he wanted to say anymore with Tracks present anyway. And if the ritual took so much out of Mirage, or affected him so much, even with the clear result, why would he do it?

Cliffjumper angled a glance at the reclining mech from under his crest, scowling and still uncomfortable. There was too many things that had just happened, and the fact that he'd just... sat there and let Mirage be in pain, even if he'd wanted it and done it for a reason, didn't feel right.
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