Twitching, Cliffjumper's expression twisted into a deep scowl and he almost folded up in his seat. The defensiveness could probably be cut with a knife, so thick was it... but it wasn't all defensiveness.
Mirage's words were spectacularly echoing someone else, from a long, long time ago. Then, like now, it made him feel guilty for having suggested something like that, and then he just felt angry at the judgement of him.
At least Mirage was dealing with the same thing, even if he liked it and had made a living out of it. The fact that they were somewhat similar didn't really help though.
"It's my fraggin' spark and frame!" Yelling, Cliffjumper glared right back at the noble and then dropped his optics to glower at the table instead. "... but kinda forgot that. It's kinda creepy, I suppose."
With a sigh that was more of a grunt, Cliffjumper frowned at the table as if it was somehow at fault.
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Mirage's words were spectacularly echoing someone else, from a long, long time ago. Then, like now, it made him feel guilty for having suggested something like that, and then he just felt angry at the judgement of him.
At least Mirage was dealing with the same thing, even if he liked it and had made a living out of it. The fact that they were somewhat similar didn't really help though.
"It's my fraggin' spark and frame!" Yelling, Cliffjumper glared right back at the noble and then dropped his optics to glower at the table instead. "... but kinda forgot that. It's kinda creepy, I suppose."
With a sigh that was more of a grunt, Cliffjumper frowned at the table as if it was somehow at fault.