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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[cliffjumper]

Squinting as Mirage insisted his order still existed since he did, Cliffjumper engaged his vocaliser... and then clicked it off again because what the frag was he supposed to say to that? It was true and...

Well. Maybe he couldn't begrudge Mirage that. Or at least not much. He was still annoyed.

"And he ain't gonna do it," Cliffjumper muttered with a shake of his helm, though it was just a comment without any anger in it. Prime wouldn't do something like that unless lives were on the line, and if this had really been about Cliffjumper's safety, Cliffjumper vaguely hoped (thought) Mirage would have done it in some way.

He was even... sort of... helping right now, after all, even if Cliffjumper probably wasn't that good at picking up what Mirage was trying to teach in this way.

"Uh, yeah... Good luck..?" trailing off and feeling embarrassed again because he just wasn't sure that's what he was supposed to say, Cliffjumper turned around and walked out.

Despite everything, maybe that hadn't been... so bad.

[lastonepercent]

"I wouldn't know. I've never requested it," Mirage admitted slowly, eyeing Cliffjumper as he headed toward the door. He gave the red mech a nod.

"Thank you. ...Practice if you can, hmm?"

Lips twitching at the corners, Mirage let his optics fall back offline and retook his own stance, for all appearances falling back into meditation after only a few moments.