He missed the look, but Mirage's tone had Cliffjumper look up, frown drawing together on his faceplate as well as the beginning edges of a defensive expression. He didn't like that tone at all.
"... Oh, come the frag on!" Throwing his hands up as his frustration exploded, though not really at Mirage even if he was the only target and the reason for it as the messenger, Cliffjumper slumped back against the chair.
"That's all I can do?" Arms crossed, the earlier explosion simmered down into something that was dangerously close to frustrated petulance as he looked up at Mirage. He didn't want to have anything to do with this crazy thing, or Mirage's stupid priest things, or having to spend time with Mirage.
... No, the last was at least a partial lie, because he did sort of want that, but like slag did he need it because that'd not make anything easier at all.
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"... Oh, come the frag on!" Throwing his hands up as his frustration exploded, though not really at Mirage even if he was the only target and the reason for it as the messenger, Cliffjumper slumped back against the chair.
"That's all I can do?" Arms crossed, the earlier explosion simmered down into something that was dangerously close to frustrated petulance as he looked up at Mirage. He didn't want to have anything to do with this crazy thing, or Mirage's stupid priest things, or having to spend time with Mirage.
... No, the last was at least a partial lie, because he did sort of want that, but like slag did he need it because that'd not make anything easier at all.