re_alignment | [video]

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[The room is completely splattered in paint. Where did Sideswipe get paint? Who knows. Probably the junk pile.]

[He's still got a can of it in his hands, and is currently tossing little splashes of it liberally around the room. It's an eye-searing yellow-green color, too. He just... seems to be tossing it around at random.]

[While swearing.]

[At... Mirage?]

[But Mirage is nowhere to be seen. There's just Sideswipe, and his paint-splattered room. The more he tosses paint around, the more agitated the Autobot seems to get.]

Would you --! Just!

Come out here! This isn't funny!

[At that last comment, though, there can be heard a very faint laugh...]

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[He waits for a beat, looking around as he does.]

... If he heard that, he's still being a pain in the backside about it.

I suppose. Not like I've got anything better to do around here.

[Cliffjumper snorts, wordlessly agreeing.]

At least it'll be somethin' to do for a bit. [He shrugs, and while he might sound rather blasé, he does like racing, so he certainly would want to.]

... And if ya wanna get rid of any of the paint if you managed to get it on you while flingin' it around, I know there's washracks in at least three of the temples.

Better than nothing, yes. I agree.

[He keeps looking around. But then sort of smiles. Slowly. Broadly.]

Are you offering to wash me down...?

[Somehow, he makes it sound way more suggestive than he should be able to.]

[Sideswipe no! Stop!]

Yeah... [He might have said something else, or something more, or... anything really, but the stunned trailing-off ends in static sputtering and a skipping engine for a moment or two.]

Wh-NO! [Enjoy the feed going wobbly as Cliffjumper throws his arms up before he remembers where the screen is attached and settles for waving his free hand.] It was just a suggestion, since I didn't know if ya knew 'bout it!

That's all!

And I like your suggestion. No need to get your suspension bent out of shape.

[He just keeps right on grinning.]

I can make Mirage come with me if you'd feel better.

[Hope you don't mind paint being flicked at you, Sideswipe.]

Behave.

[SPUTTERING.]

I said you could come!

[He can't deal with this!]

Rrr... how 'bout the two of you go wash off, and then we go race. Or you can go there after.

[He can't quite shake the the fuzz of static embarrassment and reaction from his voice, or his slightly too bright optics, but Mirage's intervention at least let him collect himself.

It's not even that Sideswipe asked if he wanted to come with - it's the way he seems to turn any chance into... flirting.]

What, aren't we good enough for you?

Mirage, I think he's saying we're not good enough for him.

[He's not really offended. Most of this is a ploy to see if he can get Mirage to de-cloak.]

[Oh no you don't, mister. Mirage isn't letting you win this one.]

No, just you.

Wh--- I ain't said anythin' like that! [Have a finger levied towards the screen as Cliffjumper thrusts it out, frustrated.] At all! Gah---

[He needs... something--- Oh. Right.]

Nnrrgh. I ain't the one who might need gettin' clean now, anyway.

Hey! He meant both of us! And you know it!

[Dammit, Mirage you're not playing fair. He sputters, looking around with a scowl for a moment or two, before regarding Cliff again.]

If you'd join us, you just might.

[Might as well try to salvage this...]

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