"What?" Staring, Cliffjumper couldn't figure it out, even with Jazz's increasing elaboration on the issue.
It wasn't hard to understand why they did go with Mirage, if the paradrons were as much of religious zealots as they sounded from this, but...
"So just pick someone and---"
'Sensitive'.
The word, which Mirage had used, and Jazz was now using, suddenly bubbled up like a stubborn reverse echo, becoming stronger instead of fainter, and suddenly what Jazz was saying, why he was saying this to him made sense.
The first, unfiltered reaction was a blush, because of course his slagging processor went with connecting 'spark bonding', 'Mirage', and 'me', as understanding dawned.
And then...
"Like slag! I ain't doin' it! Just fraggin' pick someone and say they're sensitive or what the rustin' slag ever!" He almost jumped down from the chair, but instead he threw his arms up and then back into the chair, crossing his arms over his chestplating and scowling.
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It wasn't hard to understand why they did go with Mirage, if the paradrons were as much of religious zealots as they sounded from this, but...
"So just pick someone and---"
'Sensitive'.
The word, which Mirage had used, and Jazz was now using, suddenly bubbled up like a stubborn reverse echo, becoming stronger instead of fainter, and suddenly what Jazz was saying, why he was saying this to him made sense.
The first, unfiltered reaction was a blush, because of course his slagging processor went with connecting 'spark bonding', 'Mirage', and 'me', as understanding dawned.
And then...
"Like slag! I ain't doin' it! Just fraggin' pick someone and say they're sensitive or what the rustin' slag ever!" He almost jumped down from the chair, but instead he threw his arms up and then back into the chair, crossing his arms over his chestplating and scowling.