"Uhh, great. Good. I'll... do that," Cliffjumper said while day there for a few moments, caught between slowly remembering what it was he was supposed to do, and the feel of Mirage's chilly metal against his own. Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper kept the shudder in as he realised how much his processing had slowed down when he aactually remembered what it was he was supposed to do.
"Right, the spare rations..." muttering more to himself, Cliffjumper ran his fingers along the metal - only slightly self-indulgent - until he hit the wavery tension-distortion that was the subspace pocket, and stuck his hand in.
"What'd ya even got in here ya need all this space for..." Shaking his helm and despite the lag between feeling, realising, thinking and doing, he did find what he waslooking for and pulledtwoof the small cubes out.
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Date: 2014-08-09 04:09 pm (UTC)"Right, the spare rations..." muttering more to himself, Cliffjumper ran his fingers along the metal - only slightly self-indulgent - until he hit the wavery tension-distortion that was the subspace pocket, and stuck his hand in.
"What'd ya even got in here ya need all this space for..." Shaking his helm and despite the lag between feeling, realising, thinking and doing, he did find what he waslooking for and pulledtwoof the small cubes out.