"Not if you got distracted or fell into recharge you wouldn't hear slag!" Cliffjumper protested and then, reluctantly, let his glare from from Mirage to the door that led into the... whatever that small room could be called that was before the washracks.
"... fine."
He still didn't like this and he still didn't believe Mirage would keep the attention that he should where it was needed, but he'd go. Which made Cliffjumper feel guilty, as the door closed behind him and he poked around the washracks properly, figuring things out.
This was way too indulgent and stupid and completely unnecessary. He was pretty sure Mirage would say it wasn't, that it was for the mission or some slag, but Cliffjumper was pretty sure he didn't need to be shiny for this.
But the soaking pools were a bit too tempting, so in the end he did make use of the washracks, but left most of the implements alone as he couldn't figure what they were for. He still found something to get rid of the worst scratches and small dents and some proper buffer and polish and he felt ridiculous by the end.
Why had he even done this? The oil bath had been amazing, and it just made him feel both more guilty and very annoyed with it all. Cliffjumper refused to look into the mirror set into a wall of the washracks and stalked out, over an hour later, and stomped over to the windows in the main room.
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Date: 2015-10-21 11:24 pm (UTC)"... fine."
He still didn't like this and he still didn't believe Mirage would keep the attention that he should where it was needed, but he'd go. Which made Cliffjumper feel guilty, as the door closed behind him and he poked around the washracks properly, figuring things out.
This was way too indulgent and stupid and completely unnecessary. He was pretty sure Mirage would say it wasn't, that it was for the mission or some slag, but Cliffjumper was pretty sure he didn't need to be shiny for this.
But the soaking pools were a bit too tempting, so in the end he did make use of the washracks, but left most of the implements alone as he couldn't figure what they were for. He still found something to get rid of the worst scratches and small dents and some proper buffer and polish and he felt ridiculous by the end.
Why had he even done this? The oil bath had been amazing, and it just made him feel both more guilty and very annoyed with it all. Cliffjumper refused to look into the mirror set into a wall of the washracks and stalked out, over an hour later, and stomped over to the windows in the main room.