Grimacing, Cliffjumper nonetheless copied Mirage (insofar as to where he put his hands, anyway) and stared down at the floor. Mostly because if he didn't, he'd give in to the urge to sneak a glance at the mech beside him.
Frowning, Cliffjumper also had to resist the urge to drum his fingers against his knees. Wasn't meditation supposed to be not thinking? How would getting stuck on any one of the annoying things buzzing around in his processor help?
With... whatever it was meditation was supposed to help with.
Because he did have a lot of things that were bothering him; the slagging twins, a few others. The mech right beside him - though he quickly pushed that thought away since if he lingered he'd start to think and he was pretty sure he'd blush, then.
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Grimacing, Cliffjumper nonetheless copied Mirage (insofar as to where he put his hands, anyway) and stared down at the floor. Mostly because if he didn't, he'd give in to the urge to sneak a glance at the mech beside him.
Frowning, Cliffjumper also had to resist the urge to drum his fingers against his knees. Wasn't meditation supposed to be not thinking? How would getting stuck on any one of the annoying things buzzing around in his processor help?
With... whatever it was meditation was supposed to help with.
Because he did have a lot of things that were bothering him; the slagging twins, a few others. The mech right beside him - though he quickly pushed that thought away since if he lingered he'd start to think and he was pretty sure he'd blush, then.
Couldn't do that here.