Grimacing at Mirage's very unwelcome denial of things being overand the mention of his... 'sensitivity' again, Cliffjumper huffed and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chestplates.
"Uh... yeah?" then, pausing, Cliffjumper scowled and looked away before he met Mirage's optics again, expression mulish but strangely insistent, "it ain't the only thing I do to relax, but it... helps, ya know? And I'm trainin' at the same time, so..."
He hated the digs where people thought he loved weapons so much he lived in the shooting range or had no other ways to unwind. He wasn't sure if Mirage was of that opinion as well, so he wasn't... quite defensive, just a bit frustrated.
He didn't actually like guns much. He liked the big ones because they could finish battles far more quickly in his opinion, and he liked that he could defend himself and others and was determined to do so, and while he probably would never feel comfortable again without a gun nearby... he wasn't precisely obsessed with them either.
"And why go we even gotta talk about my... sensitivity?" pure confusion, if a bit grumpy, as Cliffjumper looked to Mirage, helm tilting, "it ain't like it matters more than that it's what's needed for you to be slaggin' bonded according to the religious nuts."
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"Uh... yeah?" then, pausing, Cliffjumper scowled and looked away before he met Mirage's optics again, expression mulish but strangely insistent, "it ain't the only thing I do to relax, but it... helps, ya know? And I'm trainin' at the same time, so..."
He hated the digs where people thought he loved weapons so much he lived in the shooting range or had no other ways to unwind. He wasn't sure if Mirage was of that opinion as well, so he wasn't... quite defensive, just a bit frustrated.
He didn't actually like guns much. He liked the big ones because they could finish battles far more quickly in his opinion, and he liked that he could defend himself and others and was determined to do so, and while he probably would never feel comfortable again without a gun nearby... he wasn't precisely obsessed with them either.
"And why go we even gotta talk about my... sensitivity?" pure confusion, if a bit grumpy, as Cliffjumper looked to Mirage, helm tilting, "it ain't like it matters more than that it's what's needed for you to be slaggin' bonded according to the religious nuts."