Say what. [Cliffjumper's optics narrow while the glow sharpens and darkens slightly - exaggerately so, he knows, since this is Starscream, it's not meanly meant.]
Outsized or not, they fit me fine.
[Cliffjumper snaps a finger out, pointing, and then, since it's kind of silly to be sitting at opposite ends of the room, he slides off the berth and slumps down on a pouf he's put next to the desk.]
You'd think they could slaggin' well have some variation on the rooms, but no. [His voice drops a little as he grumbles, while he ignores the warm squiggle deeper down at being close to Starscream now that they've confessed.]
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Outsized or not, they fit me fine.
[Cliffjumper snaps a finger out, pointing, and then, since it's kind of silly to be sitting at opposite ends of the room, he slides off the berth and slumps down on a pouf he's put next to the desk.]
You'd think they could slaggin' well have some variation on the rooms, but no. [His voice drops a little as he grumbles, while he ignores the warm squiggle deeper down at being close to Starscream now that they've confessed.]