A slight shudder that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold whispered through him when Mirage curled down over him. He stiffened up in an attempt to hide it, and scowled.
"A-at this point, at least we wouldn't feel anythin' if s-stasis lock happened!" that was just nonsensical - if true - because it wasn't like Cliffjumper actually wanted to go into stasis lock in the middle of nowhere in a frozen wasteland.
In response to Mirage's needling, he pointedly revved his engine up into a higher gear and curled up again, scowling.
"And what the f-frag's wrong with just askin? Just 'cause I didn't t-think of it..." It figured this was the way he'd end up being physically close to Mirage - the thought got his field flexing in a blush again - and he was way too flustered, angry and too blasted cold to even vaguely enjoy it.
Once it was over, he might be able to think back on the way Mirage had basically been wrapped around him and the vibrations from that strong racers' engine against his armour, but at the moment those things didn't penetrate very deep.
At least not beyond the surface embarrassment of Mirage somehow finding out how he was reacting to those things, however muffled they were by the cold.
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Date: 2014-07-10 08:56 pm (UTC)"A-at this point, at least we wouldn't feel anythin' if s-stasis lock happened!" that was just nonsensical - if true - because it wasn't like Cliffjumper actually wanted to go into stasis lock in the middle of nowhere in a frozen wasteland.
In response to Mirage's needling, he pointedly revved his engine up into a higher gear and curled up again, scowling.
"And what the f-frag's wrong with just askin? Just 'cause I didn't t-think of it..." It figured this was the way he'd end up being physically close to Mirage - the thought got his field flexing in a blush again - and he was way too flustered, angry and too blasted cold to even vaguely enjoy it.
Once it was over, he might be able to think back on the way Mirage had basically been wrapped around him and the vibrations from that strong racers' engine against his armour, but at the moment those things didn't penetrate very deep.
At least not beyond the surface embarrassment of Mirage somehow finding out how he was reacting to those things, however muffled they were by the cold.