"Hey--- don't fraggin'--- here," grumbling and squirming under Mirage's weight, Cliffjumper twisted around to push the second cube at Mirage. That he should probably drink it got lost somewhere in the slower processing of the cold creeping in, even with their little bubble of vague warmth helping stave it off.
How long had they even been sitting here..?
Longer than he'd thought, Cliffjumper noted as he focused on the chronometer on his HUD, which was more terrifying than if it'd been shorter and it just felt like longer.
"Drink that too and sit the slag up straigh---" cutting himself off, Cliffjumper scowled at the covered opening, hand tightening around the gun he'd pulled out far earlier and forgotten about at some point.
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Date: 2014-08-20 09:31 pm (UTC)How long had they even been sitting here..?
Longer than he'd thought, Cliffjumper noted as he focused on the chronometer on his HUD, which was more terrifying than if it'd been shorter and it just felt like longer.
"Drink that too and sit the slag up straigh---" cutting himself off, Cliffjumper scowled at the covered opening, hand tightening around the gun he'd pulled out far earlier and forgotten about at some point.
Had that been something..?
He was pretty sure it had.