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2014-06-22 09:39 pm (UTC)
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"I'm surprised you don't want to do it to them
now
," Mirage called back over his shoulder.
"I know
I
certainly do."
He almost laughed, but catching sight of Cliffjumper's scowl made his amusement die a little.
Stifling a sigh, Mirage strode through the medbay doors, lingering processor ache suddenly on the forefront of his mind again.
"Ratchet? Sorry I'm late - I'm sure you've noticed the 'complications' by now...?"
An irate looking Ratchet stuck his head out from behind a (smoking?!) curtain, soot staining his white plating up to his elbows.
"
Obviously
. Take a seat - you've been booted down the triage list."
Oh. It was the mech behind the curtain that was smoking, probably from getting fried in an
electrical currant
. Mirage winced and sat down obediently.
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"I know I certainly do."
He almost laughed, but catching sight of Cliffjumper's scowl made his amusement die a little.
Stifling a sigh, Mirage strode through the medbay doors, lingering processor ache suddenly on the forefront of his mind again.
"Ratchet? Sorry I'm late - I'm sure you've noticed the 'complications' by now...?"
An irate looking Ratchet stuck his head out from behind a (smoking?!) curtain, soot staining his white plating up to his elbows.
"Obviously. Take a seat - you've been booted down the triage list."
Oh. It was the mech behind the curtain that was smoking, probably from getting fried in an electrical currant. Mirage winced and sat down obediently.