Almost a week after his "paying back" for messing up (one Decepticon plan and the subsequent clean-up later, plus more heightened and more wide-ranging patrols as much as they could and Cliffjumper just trying to avoid Mirage without appearing to do so), Cliffjumper still wasn't sure what do to about what he'd... seen? experienced? at the ritual.
He kind of did want to know, but at the same time, from what it had sounded like from Mirage and Tracks, that was supposed to happen? Something told him that wasn't exactly right, though.
At the same time, if that wasn't what was supposed to happen and he'd done something, or experienced it differently, did he actually want to call fragging attention to that?
Those were Cliffjumper's thoughts as he sat at the padded benches in the back of the rec. room, having been reminded of it by the cube of energon in his hands. It made him grumpy, because he just couldn't decide what we wanted to do about it, to approach Mirage or not?
He didn't want to be laughed at if he couldn't explain, again, and anyway, the first few days he'd mostly avoided the mech because just catching a glimpse of him made him think of Mirage's comment about the afterglow being ruined and...
Well, he wasn't fragging dead so his imagination took over, and he couldn't have a normal conversation like that.
Stupid, fragging, annoying crush and his own flusteredness over slag like that.
Cliffjumper was by now glaring into the cube fit to make it explode by the friction of his glare alone.
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Date: 2014-03-30 11:25 pm (UTC)He kind of did want to know, but at the same time, from what it had sounded like from Mirage and Tracks, that was supposed to happen? Something told him that wasn't exactly right, though.
At the same time, if that wasn't what was supposed to happen and he'd done something, or experienced it differently, did he actually want to call fragging attention to that?
Those were Cliffjumper's thoughts as he sat at the padded benches in the back of the rec. room, having been reminded of it by the cube of energon in his hands. It made him grumpy, because he just couldn't decide what we wanted to do about it, to approach Mirage or not?
He didn't want to be laughed at if he couldn't explain, again, and anyway, the first few days he'd mostly avoided the mech because just catching a glimpse of him made him think of Mirage's comment about the afterglow being ruined and...
Well, he wasn't fragging dead so his imagination took over, and he couldn't have a normal conversation like that.
Stupid, fragging, annoying crush and his own flusteredness over slag like that.
Cliffjumper was by now glaring into the cube fit to make it explode by the friction of his glare alone.