"...well alright then," Mirage said to the closed door. Carefully, he drifted back over to the window seat, draping himself across it in a unconsciously dramatic fashion.
Cliffjumper... liked him?
Well, no, not necessarily. But he was apparently attracted to him. Which was very different. The more ugly, self-confident parts of his processor argued he shouldn't be surprised- he wasn't under any delusions about his looks, after all. He'd been designed to the height of attractiveness when the Towers still stood, after all. But the idea of a minibot who actively seemed to dislike him and everything he had stood for at one point, being attracted to him?
He could honestly say the idea had never crossed his mind.
Despite growing...fond of the little mech during the trials and tribulations between then as of late. Cliffjumper was something of a energon crystal in the slag; there was apparently much more too him than he first appeared.
But now the question was: what should he do about it?
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Cliffjumper... liked him?
Well, no, not necessarily. But he was apparently attracted to him. Which was very different. The more ugly, self-confident parts of his processor argued he shouldn't be surprised- he wasn't under any delusions about his looks, after all. He'd been designed to the height of attractiveness when the Towers still stood, after all. But the idea of a minibot who actively seemed to dislike him and everything he had stood for at one point, being attracted to him?
He could honestly say the idea had never crossed his mind.
Despite growing...fond of the little mech during the trials and tribulations between then as of late. Cliffjumper was something of a energon crystal in the slag; there was apparently much more too him than he first appeared.
But now the question was: what should he do about it?