"I still might," Cliffjumper said with a mutter even as he ducked his helm at the compliment about his name, "dunno 'bout refined, but yeah. I like it." Huffing, Cliffjumper shifted around and tried to ignore the bright, pleased glow at Mirage having liked it.
That was just embarrassing.
"Ever go to Polyhex before the war?" Cliffjumper asked, this time not turning around as he traced out armour seams and angles in his legs, "and... uh, what about your name?"
He knew Mirage probably wouldn't think any of it, given that Mirage had asked and it'd just be polite to ask again, but it still felt like it'd be something special. Partly because none of them spoke anything but Iaconian Common since early on in the war.
He was sure it had something to do with 'ease of understanding each other' or whatever slag, and he didn't care, really. But it did render their native dialects and accents something near special.
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That was just embarrassing.
"Ever go to Polyhex before the war?" Cliffjumper asked, this time not turning around as he traced out armour seams and angles in his legs, "and... uh, what about your name?"
He knew Mirage probably wouldn't think any of it, given that Mirage had asked and it'd just be polite to ask again, but it still felt like it'd be something special. Partly because none of them spoke anything but Iaconian Common since early on in the war.
He was sure it had something to do with 'ease of understanding each other' or whatever slag, and he didn't care, really. But it did render their native dialects and accents something near special.