"Shut the frag up," Cliffjumper right out hissed right back at Tracks, hands flexing into fists and then relaxing a few times as he continued to speak.
"'Sides it wasn't the slaggin'..." Trailing off, his optics brightened and he shrugged, facing the reality that Mirage had petted him and he'd let him and... and that was probably as (intimately) close as he'd ever be to the mech again.
"It was the rustin' singing and there wasn't just that lightshow at the end it was longer than that!" Throwing his hands up and then crossing them over his chestplates, Cliffjumper briefly glanced up at Mirage and then glowered down at the floor again.
He didn't want to talk about this with that fragging glitch here - he'd be... somewhat more comfortable with just Mirage around. But that was probably not going to happen.
"... At least it wasn't all for nothin'," Cliffjumper muttered as his scowl at the floor deepened. It still didn't make it right in his opinion.
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"'Sides it wasn't the slaggin'..." Trailing off, his optics brightened and he shrugged, facing the reality that Mirage had petted him and he'd let him and... and that was probably as (intimately) close as he'd ever be to the mech again.
"It was the rustin' singing and there wasn't just that lightshow at the end it was longer than that!" Throwing his hands up and then crossing them over his chestplates, Cliffjumper briefly glanced up at Mirage and then glowered down at the floor again.
He didn't want to talk about this with that fragging glitch here - he'd be... somewhat more comfortable with just Mirage around. But that was probably not going to happen.
"... At least it wasn't all for nothin'," Cliffjumper muttered as his scowl at the floor deepened. It still didn't make it right in his opinion.