Closing long fingers around the cube, Mirage reluctantly slid his hand out of the tarp to bring the cube to his lips for a deep draught-
Oh.
Oh.
He tilted his head back, switching from drinking to gulping it down like a starving mech - which he practically was, engine running hard and fast with half-frozen fuel lines. It wasn't real warmth that spread through him as the energy hit his fuel tank, but it was good enough.
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Closing long fingers around the cube, Mirage reluctantly slid his hand out of the tarp to bring the cube to his lips for a deep draught-
Oh.
Oh.
He tilted his head back, switching from drinking to gulping it down like a starving mech - which he practically was, engine running hard and fast with half-frozen fuel lines. It wasn't real warmth that spread through him as the energy hit his fuel tank, but it was good enough.