"I don't want to fit in," Cliffjumper hissed, staring stonily out the window and hoping Mirage would miss it. It was embarrassing, the way Mirage's direct or roundabout compliments warmed his circuits.

He didn't fragging need to be complimented on his looks, but at the same time he was pleased Mirage apparently liked what he saw. Even if it'd taken cleaning up more than usual for that to happen.

"I shouldn't have to." And now that was just sulky and it was no better than behaving like a newspark, but looking nice for these people wasn't what Cliffjumper cared to do.