In the end, Mirage indulged himself for over two hours.
The actual soak in the oil bath was only the beginning of Mirage's stubborn indulgence. Clever, automated supplies freely emerged from well-hidden cabinets and panels: rotary buffing-pad arms, detailers, massagers... And that wasn't even including the hot-wax option on the bath itself. Mirage indulged in it's readily familiarity, once again able to close his eyes and pretend he was back home on Cybertron, young and without the worries of war.
When he finally emerged, languid and relaxed, Mirage was about as waxed and shiny as it was possible to get without going gaudy. Perfect for a visitor of such 'high class' to be seen with the planetary leaders.
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Date: 2015-11-03 07:37 am (UTC)The actual soak in the oil bath was only the beginning of Mirage's stubborn indulgence. Clever, automated supplies freely emerged from well-hidden cabinets and panels: rotary buffing-pad arms, detailers, massagers... And that wasn't even including the hot-wax option on the bath itself. Mirage indulged in it's readily familiarity, once again able to close his eyes and pretend he was back home on Cybertron, young and without the worries of war.
When he finally emerged, languid and relaxed, Mirage was about as waxed and shiny as it was possible to get without going gaudy. Perfect for a visitor of such 'high class' to be seen with the planetary leaders.