It was probably a minor miracle Cliffjumper had managed to hide his crush so far, but considering he was angry at himself half the time for having it or for doing something relating to it, he often ended up glaring, so...
It wasn't so strange that it might have been missed, or rather, overlooked.
Each mech they passed got a narrow, grumpy stare - though thankfully only one or two even looked up from their datapads or away from their own path to take notice of the mini glaring at them.
When the door opened and Mirage gestured him inside, Cliffjumper didn't let himself think about it or regret it, and instead stomped right on in. He'd get this done, get answers one way or another, and that... would be that.
Cliffjumper could admit he was surprised Mirage had approached him in public, even less suggested they go somewhere private. He'd managed to be a particular pain in the aft for the noble, even Cliffjumper could see that, but he still only regretted part of it.
It was probably just as well though, because like this Mirage would probably never pick up on that stupid, fraggin' foolish crush and Cliffjumper could just be ashamed of it on his own and try to get over it.
Shaking his helm at the thoughts, Cliffjumper stomped over to one of the chairs at the conference table and threw himself into it, the chair rising up in the air after he sat down, to match the height of the table.
He didn't care that it made his legs dangle in the air, and stared at the floor just so Mirage couldn't catch him staring.
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It wasn't so strange that it might have been missed, or rather, overlooked.
Each mech they passed got a narrow, grumpy stare - though thankfully only one or two even looked up from their datapads or away from their own path to take notice of the mini glaring at them.
When the door opened and Mirage gestured him inside, Cliffjumper didn't let himself think about it or regret it, and instead stomped right on in. He'd get this done, get answers one way or another, and that... would be that.
Cliffjumper could admit he was surprised Mirage had approached him in public, even less suggested they go somewhere private. He'd managed to be a particular pain in the aft for the noble, even Cliffjumper could see that, but he still only regretted part of it.
It was probably just as well though, because like this Mirage would probably never pick up on that stupid, fraggin' foolish crush and Cliffjumper could just be ashamed of it on his own and try to get over it.
Shaking his helm at the thoughts, Cliffjumper stomped over to one of the chairs at the conference table and threw himself into it, the chair rising up in the air after he sat down, to match the height of the table.
He didn't care that it made his legs dangle in the air, and stared at the floor just so Mirage couldn't catch him staring.