Mirage's hand froze over the healing scar, golden optics flicking over to the suddenly hunched minibot.
If it hadn't been for the sudden halt in Cliffjumper's words - and of course, the body language that followed - Mirage would have been readily able to shrug it off as a joke.
He leaned toward it being a joke; a sarcastic barb, thrown his way. But it was his job to notice such discrepancies. He couldn't not see it.
But.
"...Thank you?" He managed, optics still rather wide.
At least, despite earning the minibot's disdain long ago, he still had good taste.
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Mirage's hand froze over the healing scar, golden optics flicking over to the suddenly hunched minibot.
If it hadn't been for the sudden halt in Cliffjumper's words - and of course, the body language that followed - Mirage would have been readily able to shrug it off as a joke.
He leaned toward it being a joke; a sarcastic barb, thrown his way. But it was his job to notice such discrepancies. He couldn't not see it.
But.
"...Thank you?" He managed, optics still rather wide.
At least, despite earning the minibot's disdain long ago, he still had good taste.