The Start of Something Interesting...

[lastonepercent]

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...

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[lastonepercent]

"Of course," Mirage agreed, privately pleased that Cliffjumper was apparently beginning to grasp the political side of the situation.

Mirage leaned forward, his most charming - if rather tired - grin slipping into place without conscious choice. "I do appreciate that thought, Cliffjumper."

He paused, vents fluttering and optics flickering down to a lower power level in a tired 'yawn'.

"Ah, excuse me. As I was saying, just continue as you have been, and you will be helping me quite well."

[cliffjumper]

Mirage leaning forward wasn't strange; in fact, Cliffjumper stiffened, ready for some sort of rebuke even if he wasn't sure what it could even be for. Then the fragging noble smiled, and not any of the ones Cliffjumper usually saw.

He was not blushing.

He better not be blushing, slag it all.

"Yeah, whatever," Cliffjumper hissed and jumped to his feet, shifting a moment before he turned around, "better go recharge or something, you look like you need it."

[lastonepercent]

He was totally blushing.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for Mirage to notice. His lips twitched upward, and even Cliffjumper's rather blunt command wasn't enough to sway his sudden burst of amusement.

That was rather...cute.

Minibots were apparently easily flustered. Something to keep in mind...

"Well, that was a little rude, but you are not wrong."

Mirage yawned again, before getting up from the all-too-comfortable chair with a languid - and if he were honest with himself - rather showy stretch.

"I think I shall. You should do so as well, of course."

He was half tempted to teasingly invite Cliffjumper to come with him, but he felt that making the minibot spontaneously combust would not be the best thing for the mission. He would probably not appreciate the teasing.