By the time Cliffjumper emerged from the wash racks, Mirage's optics were well offline - but he had at least progressed to sitting up in the lounge chair, facing the entry hall. Long limbs tucked up under himself, he was attempting to meditate, field pulsing calmly.
"Ah, there you are. Enjoy yourself...?"
He blindly turned his helm toward Cliffjumper's stalking steps, lighting an optic idly; and blinking fully at the shine of the minibot's polish.
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Date: 2015-10-23 09:08 pm (UTC)"Ah, there you are. Enjoy yourself...?"
He blindly turned his helm toward Cliffjumper's stalking steps, lighting an optic idly; and blinking fully at the shine of the minibot's polish.
"...oh."