Tensing at Mirage's tone, Cliffjumper scowled. Not just because of the tone or what he was saying, but also because of the implications.
"Look, needin' to meet their fraggin' expectations of what a Flame of Cybertron, especially basically the head of the whole dumb thing anymore, is supposed to be and do, that's one blasted thing, but to rustin' expect the ways you show affection to be the same ain't just stupid, that's just... two-bit processor thinkin' and rude!"
Throwing his arms up in the air, Cliffjumper stomped over to the window to glare down at the city below. The whole thing was so fragging aggravating, even more so when Mirage now more or less knew he was, at least, attracted to the mech. That was just dangerous, but at least Mirage didn't seem to be about to do anything about it...
Which---
No. He wasn't going to think about what that meant.
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"Look, needin' to meet their fraggin' expectations of what a Flame of Cybertron, especially basically the head of the whole dumb thing anymore, is supposed to be and do, that's one blasted thing, but to rustin' expect the ways you show affection to be the same ain't just stupid, that's just... two-bit processor thinkin' and rude!"
Throwing his arms up in the air, Cliffjumper stomped over to the window to glare down at the city below. The whole thing was so fragging aggravating, even more so when Mirage now more or less knew he was, at least, attracted to the mech. That was just dangerous, but at least Mirage didn't seem to be about to do anything about it...
Which---
No. He wasn't going to think about what that meant.