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[stabbywheelfeet]

[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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[cliffjumper]

[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.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

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.]

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[perfavore]

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

No, just you.

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[cliffjumper]

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.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

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...]