Mirage would probably feel less... disheartened if he knew why the meeting had stuck with Cliffjumper. Or rather, how the reason it'd stuck had changed.
Of course, Cliffjumper also wouldn't want him to know.
"Ugh..." shifting on the berth, Cliffjumper scowled at the floor and didn't at all like the warm awkwardness that bubbled up. He didn't want to talk to Mirage about this.
Not because it was particularly embarrassing or anything (well, hopefully), but because it was such an awkward way to share interests.
And not for any fun reason, either.
"... racing," Cliffjumper finally said, still staring at the floor. That was something safe to start with. No way for Mirage to judge him for that one.
"Wresting, though I doubt ya like that one," Cliffjumper shrugged - he knew it was mostly a minibot thing, "Action, adventure and... uh. Mystery holos..."
Trailing off, Cliffjumper was now staring very hard at the floor, and couldn't help the blush. He even liked the type of action favoured by the military coded mechs - but mostly for the energy of them, they very quickly got... a bit too real, even for Cliffjumper.
Mystery, however... He'd quickly found human 'mystery' books or movies weren't quite the same as cybertronian ones, where there was a seamless blend of thriller, who-dunnit type of plot (though quite often with a different thrust than murder, which seemed very popular among humans), treasure-hunts and similar things.
He was also pretty aware most people didn't think him the type to like that sort of thing. Cliffjumper had quite often been vaguely relieved he didn't like the more relation-centered ones (once again, a blend of what humans would consider different genres) between romance, drama-focused slice-of-life and very often workplace-focused holos.
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Date: 2014-12-28 02:04 am (UTC)Of course, Cliffjumper also wouldn't want him to know.
"Ugh..." shifting on the berth, Cliffjumper scowled at the floor and didn't at all like the warm awkwardness that bubbled up. He didn't want to talk to Mirage about this.
Not because it was particularly embarrassing or anything (well, hopefully), but because it was such an awkward way to share interests.
And not for any fun reason, either.
"... racing," Cliffjumper finally said, still staring at the floor. That was something safe to start with. No way for Mirage to judge him for that one.
"Wresting, though I doubt ya like that one," Cliffjumper shrugged - he knew it was mostly a minibot thing, "Action, adventure and... uh. Mystery holos..."
Trailing off, Cliffjumper was now staring very hard at the floor, and couldn't help the blush. He even liked the type of action favoured by the military coded mechs - but mostly for the energy of them, they very quickly got... a bit too real, even for Cliffjumper.
Mystery, however... He'd quickly found human 'mystery' books or movies weren't quite the same as cybertronian ones, where there was a seamless blend of thriller, who-dunnit type of plot (though quite often with a different thrust than murder, which seemed very popular among humans), treasure-hunts and similar things.
He was also pretty aware most people didn't think him the type to like that sort of thing. Cliffjumper had quite often been vaguely relieved he didn't like the more relation-centered ones (once again, a blend of what humans would consider different genres) between romance, drama-focused slice-of-life and very often workplace-focused holos.