Cliffjumper would've pointed out he got the whole fragging thing sprung on him as well, if he knew that was Mirage's reasoning. As he didn't, Cliffjumper was curled up on his berth, glaring at the datapad Jazz had given him while trying to concentrate on another, far more fun datapad.
It was harder than it should have been, because despite doing his best to ignore it, its presence seemed as glaring as headlights right into his optics, and even when he could concentrate on his own datapad for a bit, the circumstances and the fragging situation that was coming at the end of the week just kept popping up and circling around in his processor.
Having to play bonded. With Mirage of all people.
If he simply disliked the mech, it'd probably be easier to swallow than his actual feelings for the slagging glitch made it.
Great.
He hadn't been able to read more than a full sentence or two and he kept having to start over. Cliffjumper was overcome with the urge to throw both datapads across the room.
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Date: 2014-12-24 11:08 am (UTC)It was harder than it should have been, because despite doing his best to ignore it, its presence seemed as glaring as headlights right into his optics, and even when he could concentrate on his own datapad for a bit, the circumstances and the fragging situation that was coming at the end of the week just kept popping up and circling around in his processor.
Having to play bonded. With Mirage of all people.
If he simply disliked the mech, it'd probably be easier to swallow than his actual feelings for the slagging glitch made it.
Great.
He hadn't been able to read more than a full sentence or two and he kept having to start over. Cliffjumper was overcome with the urge to throw both datapads across the room.