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[stabbywheelfeet]

What's with the sudden interest in Mirage all of the sudden?

... Dino.

Whatever his name is. You know who I mean. The red one with the bizarre accent. Difficult enough finding anyone from my "universe", let alone someone with barely three lines and no sense of style.

I mean, really. A Ferrari? That just screams for attention.

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[perfavore]

[Sideswipe and a not-dead Cliffjumper. That's comforting.]

And...you are still in one piece.

[He starts checking Sideswipe's arms and torso, as if making sure on that.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

What--! Hey!

Do you mind? I'm not that reckless!

[Now he struggles, legitimately trying to put space between them. Because this? This is embarrassing.]

[perfavore]

[Another chuckle before he lets go, allowing the bot to roll wherever he pleases.]

Simply 'admiring'~

[Oh you were not, Mirage. ...Okay maybe a bit.]

Keep out of trouble, or I'll come after you there.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Your 'admiring' felt a lot like manhandling. And you didn't even buy me a drink first.

[Are you sure you missed the sass? Because it's back.]

See, that just makes me want to get in over my head.

[perfavore]

[Those wings twitch once more. He's not sure which is better anymore.]

Perhaps if you weren't like a squirming child.

[Eyebrow raise, along with a chuckle.]

If it is my attention you crave~

[stabbywheelfeet]

So, what you're saying is, 'stop squirming and I will buy you a drink'?

[He even tried to copy the ridiculous accent.]

Or maybe I'm just tired of being the only one who won't go in for their 'truce'.

[perfavore]

[Oh so unamused at that accent. His wings fold down like an angry cat's ears.]

You would still be a child.

[Wait what what what is this?]

Truce?...

[stabbywheelfeet]

I'm old enough to fight. Old enough to be a soldier. I think that makes me 'not-a-child' in everyone's book.

[YEAH it's exactly what he said.]

Between the factions. They've decided to 'play nice'.

[perfavore]

You are a decent fighter, but can I trust you to behave?

[This doesn't compute in Mirage's head. This just didn't happen. And as such, there's a string of pretty vulgar-sounding curse words in Italian. Yeah, he totally believes them on it.]

You are smart to not fall for it.

[stabbywheelfeet]

If I'm a good soldier, why would I need to behave? If they bother me, I'll take them down.

[That's more like it. He grins a little.]

Aw, you think I'm smart.

[perfavore]

[SEE SIDESWIPE THIS IS WHY YOU MAKE HIM KEYSMASH.]

Dio mio...there is not getting through that helm.

[He perks an eyebrow back at him, though.]

One out of many are not good odds.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Nope. There really isn't. It's a point of pride, by now.

[He shrugs again. This is totally no big deal.]

I've had worse before. We all have.

[perfavore]

If there is any admirable trait of you, it is that.

[He straightens up, folding his arms.]

It is still not a desirable option.

[stabbywheelfeet]

I'm flattered you noticed.

No, but there's not much else I can do.

[perfavore]

You can stay out of trouble. If you don't, I will not be as kind as the 'Cons.

[stabbywheelfeet]

What if I don't want to stay out of trouble, hmm?

[perfavore]

I'll begin to suspect you want me to hand your aft to you.

[stabbywheelfeet]

What if your hand and my aft is exactly what I want to have happen?

[perfavore]

I don't doubt it.

[He gives a slight chuckle.]

Worse things have happened.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Good. Because you shouldn't.

You can say that again...

[perfavore]

[Without warning, Mirage disappears again, only to reappear behind the silver bot, one arm around his chest. The other? Well, he's only doing what Sideswipe wants.]

Now you will stay out of trouble.

[stabbywheelfeet]

[ONE OF THESE DAYS he's going to coat Mirage in paint or something and see if he can still do that.]

[Today is not that day. Today is the day for leaning back against him and looking smug.]

For the moment, sure. Sounds like a deal.

[perfavore]

[You would probably barely make it out alive, Sideswipe. Barely.

But he's quite comfortable here for the moment, so he'll just rest his head on your shoulder.]

Mmm. Good. If only it were permanent.

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He's more than all right with this. If the grin on his face is anything to go by.]

[... though it does get a little sad.]

Nothing's ever permanent, Mirage. Hate to break it to you.

[perfavore]

[He had a feeling you would be. You've given him more than enough obvious hints. Not that you needed to try to do that.

What's that sad smile for? He grips a little tighter.]

Some things are not. Others are.