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[cliffjumper]

WHO: Blurr and Cliffjumper
WHERE: Blurr's room
WHEN: Backdated to before the event's start!
WHAT: Flustered yelling over Blurr's attempt at match-making
WARNINGS: yelling?



He'd waited a bit, both to settle his thoughts and try to figure out why the slag he'd reacted as he did to Blurr's little attempt (not much closer to an explanation, though) and to hopefully make sure he wouldn't get really flustered or angry.

That last was probably a crap-shoot.

And he also didn't tell Starscream when he went, rather, he made sure Starscream was out of the temple when he went to check if Blurr was in his room.

He didn't need the person he'd been locked in the library with to be around when he confronted Blurr about it - that'd just make it harder.

He pinged Blurr when he was outside the door, not giving any additional greeting immediately, because he wanted Blurr to open that door after all!

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[raceme]

[It's not as if Blurr had been avoiding Cliffjumper and Starscream on purpose. It was more like...he make sure to not be around them for some days. Difference.

He did not know for sure if his little attempt at getting the mechs together was a success or not, and he was itching to ask his best friend but he also knew Cliffjumper and he didn't want to be yelled at.

It seemed like you can't avoid your fate forever and Blurr opened the door no realizing who was on the other side.]

[cliffjumper]

Blurr.

[With rather implacable determination, Cliffjumper reached out, turned Blurr around, and pushed him back into the room while following himself.]

What the frag were you thinkin'!?

[That wasn't a yell. No, just a very loud and sharp snap.

1/2

[raceme]

....!!!!!!!!!! [A smart thing to do, Blurr was going to run away at the first opportunity.]

2/2

[raceme]

Oh ey Cliff...hi. I don't know what you are talking about...? [Let's see if that works.]It's because I couldn't do to our meeting? Sorry I had a LOT of work to do and I forgot.

[cliffjumper]

Yeah, you sure fraggin' don't.

[Practically hissing, Cliffjumper took a deeper, off-cycle went and shook his helm, but his optics remained narrowed.]

Blurr, I ain't an idiot, that was a slaggin' set-up and you know it! Why'd you get us--- I mean, all of that--- GAH!

[Snarling, more at himself, Cliffjumper briefly tossses his arms up and then grabs Blurr's shoulder again, shaking just a little.]

Why?!

[raceme]

I..uhm...fine, fine. no need to get your bolts in a knot. [Blurr raises his hands in a 'peace, please' gesture.]

because NONE of you where doing anything and knowing you it would take centuries!....sodiditwork?

[cliffjumper]

Doing what?! [Letting go of Blurr just so he can toss his arms up again, Cliffjumper paces the room as he throws glares at Blurr.]

What'd you even think is goin' on, I don't get it! That was... was--- why would it work?

[Stopping, Cliffjumper stared at Blurr, optics slowly brightening despite his best attempt not to, because there was nothing between him and Starscream.]

[raceme]

[Blurr didn't move, a little bit too wary to do so.] I'm sorry . I thought it could help you two....

[he wasn't trying to mock his friends, he had the best intention if only not the best plan.] You really can't tell why I did it?

[cliffjumper]

[While it might not be much of a consolation right now, Cliffjumper didn't actually think Blurr had done it to mock them, but he also didn't get why.

So that means he ends up staring at Blurr, engine growling as he shakes his helm sharply, arms crossed over his chestplates.]

Blurr, I ain't fraggin' angry at him so what'd lock me up with him in something like a set-up for a date do? [He's determinedly not thinking about the fact that it did very much look like a date set-up, but he can't stop his optics from brightening as he says that word.]

[raceme]

[Unlike Cliff, Blurr thought that the red mech was playing dumb at first. it took him a seconds to realize that no, he wasn't.] Do you HONESTLY not know why I did that? Come on Cliff...[He gestures around with his hands, not sure how to express it.]

Two friends, very good friends, finally getting some alone time, pri-va-te time....[IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE.] You have three guesses and the first two don't count. It was not 'something like a set up for a date'. It WAS a date.

[cliffjumper]

... Blurr! [That's not a yell, it's a hiss as Cliffjumper's optics fly wide and then narrow. They're too bright as well, but despite what he'd wish it's not from anger, but being flustered.]

WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME I AM--- I'm... [Flailing a little, Cliffjumper's proud of the snarl, but it's underlaid by static.] in Starscream?

[And now he's thinking about it again, and it's not doing anything for his peace of mind or ability to just laugh it off incredulously. Which he should be able to, but he was never good at dealing with things like this gracefully, true or not.]

[raceme]

[Blurr gave him a look. More like a 'IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH.' stare.]

Are you saying you are not? [Blunt as hell, this is Blurr for you sometimes.]

Because I am good ^{at observing} and paying attention to others Cliffjumper and you two look...well...look after each other. And AT each other. And I _{don't think} you ever realized it.

[cliffjumper]

[Have some sputtering because WHAT, BLURR, NO.]

Of... of course we slaggin' well look after each other, ya have to do that in a war! And for your friends, I do the same for you!

[Huffing out the next vent, Cliffjumper shakes his helm sharply.]

'Sides, the idiot glitch needs lookin' after, and I know Earth, that's why Megatron asked me to go along. We don't--- don't look at each other!

[And he's pretty scrapping convinced they don't, but that doesn't stop his processor from thinking about it, and, well, considering it. Starscream's caring (too much so), skilled and has a bit of bite even if it doesn't seem like it - and not in a way at all similar to the normal Starscreams.]

Gah!

[raceme]

[Yes, Cliff yes.]

I know that you looked after him for those reasons but...It's really such and odd idea to you? He's a nice mech, really police, and quite attractive , so why not? I think you could make a cute couple if you give it a try.

[cliffjumper]

[He caught those speeded mutterings, Blurr, so have Cliffjumper sputter some more and his field fluttering along with his optics going bright because what!

... Not that you haven't made him think about it thanks to the "date" and what you're saying now.]

That's not---- Not the point! [What the point isn't, even Cliffjumper isn't too sure.]

He's... Starscream okay?! [He doesn't mean anything negative about it, it just totally is an argument in itself.] And anyway, have you seen the way he is around Megatron?

[He shakes his helm and crosses his arms, looking to the side. That's really all that's needed to be said about this, even if he's... sort of... wondering. No.]

[raceme]

Can we discuss this inside? [They are still close to the open door and this is very awkward.]

What does that even mean? He's Starscream, and? [Blurr gives Cliff a stare.] No, how could I possible have seen that? Were they together?

[Because he can see how that can be a problem.]

[cliffjumper]

[Startled, Cliffjumper throws a glance behind him and obligingly moves further into the room, then huffs.]

They could just as well be. But no, they ain't... not as far as I know, anyway. Doesn't take away from the point and he's...

Blurr, it's Starscream. He's... [Another totally telling and absolutely elucidating gesturing with his hands and then he just groans. He doesn't have any idea of how to explain.]

[raceme]

[Blurr closes the door and follows the minibot. He's glad that Cliffjumper is not looking at him now and can't see the worried look on his face.]

Then what's the problem? I know you are having a difficult time because all the baggage you shared. Let's imagine an hypothetical situation, okay? If you didn't knew him from home, let's say you met him here, and he was still his usually polite and brave self...would you be interested in him?

[cliffjumper]

Blurr... [He's snorting now, shaking his helm.] How the frag could I know that? Since I assume ya mean if I didn't know his alternate?

Maybe. [A shrug, and now Cliffjumper's optics are brightening slowly again.] Might be an aerial, but jets got powerful engines, so uh... suppose so?

Look, it ain't like I don't like him, okay? Just never thought about it and then you--- [Another gesture, now at Blurr.]

[raceme]

Use your imagination...[He's out of ideas but he's still trying. You think he doesn't notice you blushing slightly Cliffjumper? Because he totally does.]

So you are a 'powerful engines' sort of guy...[Adding that to his databanks for future use, in case he needs it.]You could think about it now. I, mean, if you really aren't interested AT ALL I won't bring it up ever again but if you are only unsure you could give it some more of a thought.

[cliffjumper]

Sweet, fragging Primus on a charged cable-vine Blurr, do ya have to say it!? [Now he's just blushing from Blurr repeating his admission. Scrubbing his hands over his faceplate, Cliffjumper grumbles, shaking his helm.]

I wasn't gonna, but you've made it sorta impossible not to.

[Grumpy grumpy and flustered.]

[raceme]

Sorry sorry...[Not really. Okay maybe a little bit.] I shouldn't have say anything about you liking mech with big, powerful engines.

[He's grinning, hoping that Cliff will catch up on what he's doing quickly. He only mocks hims in a friendly way to take some of the heat out of the issue.]

[cliffjumper]

Yeah, you--- [Huffing, Cliffjumper's optics narrow and then he stomps up beside Blurr and punches him in the arm.

Gently, though, because yeah, he did catch on to what Blurr was doing.]

Don't make me do that again and mean it. [have a lopsided little grin, though, despite the threat.]

[raceme]

Ow. [Blurr winces and then chuckles. He nudges Cliffjumper's side.] Fine, fine. I promise I won't interfere more.

[cliffjumper]

Thanks. I don't need ya to do that, I just need you to... well, be my friend okay.

[Have an arch stare and snort.]

I don't need a fraggin' match-maker. [He says it with exasperated fondness though. He knows you care, Blurr, but the library "date" was just... embarrassing.]

[raceme]

I was trying to be a good friend. [But getting you laid. Blurr's logic, ladies and gentleman.]

Okay, not again, you have my word.

[cliffjumper]

Blurr! [He can't even sound angry right now, just caught somewhere between exasperated and incredulous.]

Thanks. I think that'll make things a little easier on all of us.

[Even if Starscream was... kind of funny when embarrassed.]

[raceme]

[No need to keep yelling at him, Cliffjumper. He knows better now.]


You two had fun at least? I set the table myself and everything.

[Just funny, hm?]

[cliffjumper]

[He'll yell at you however much he wants to, so there! Huff.]

The decorations were nice, I guess. Made good projectiles. [Cliffjumper smirks a little at that.]

[raceme]

[What mean beast friend you are! After all he did for you.]

Project...WHAT did you do?

[cliffjumper]

[Sometimes you need yelling at!]

... Tossed one of 'em at Starscream. He was being annoyin', okay!

[He can't quite sound serious enough to hide the chuckling at Blurr's reaction though.]

[raceme]

[But you do it way too often!]

Cliff that's not how romancing it's done! [Blurr what the hell are you saying, all the romance you know came from Barricade.]

[cliffjumper]

[What can he say, he's the yelling type.]

Well, I wasn't fraggin' trying to romance him! [Optics flickering, Cliffjumper ducks his helm, growling a little.] We were just talkin' and he was being annoying.

'Sides everybody does it their own way, don't they?

[Now he's just going to scowl and look away because this wasn't the direction he wanted the conversation to get back to.]

[raceme]

[That is true, no point on trying to fight the inevitable. Blurr leans against the table of the main room.]

Cliff, if your way is throwing things at people then I think you might want to reconsider it.

[It's a sad thing the minibot is not looking, otherwise he would see Blurr smirking.]

[cliffjumper]

Like slag it is! [Looking back, Cliffjumper's optics narrow at Blurr's smirk and he reaches out to give the mech a shove.] I just did it 'cause he was being annoying.

[Not that he had an idea how he'd actually do it if he actually was interested in Starscream... Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper snorts.]

Not like it matters anyway... [And for some reason he's doesn't understand, that sounds far less certain than it should.]

[raceme]

Carefulllll, manhandling a Police officer is against the law. [There's a chuckle. Blurr you always make that joke, shut up is not even funny.]

It doesn't matter AT ALL? Sure?

[cliffjumper]

You ain't on duty right now, so don't pull that with me, officer. [Cliffjumper says with a grin and flicks the nearest of Blurr's shoulder kibble before he glanced away, optics narrowing even as they brightened a little.]

No. Not at all.

[And that's the slagging story he's keeping to for as long as possible - ergo, until the pink energon hits him.]

[raceme]

[Oh...oh. You didn't.] What a sad life it is if I can't use my influence for important things like this. [OH WELL.]

Uh uh. Okay I won't nag further. [For now.] And since you are here and the issue is closed, do you want something to drink?

[cliffjumper]

Exceedingly sad, yeah. [With a snort, Cliffjumper shakes his helm and while he won't say anything, the squeeze he gives to Cliffjumper's arm before he lets go should make it obvious that he appreciates Blurr letting it go.]

... Yeah, why not. Since I am here and all, I can just abuse an officer of the law a bit more by getting energon outta the deal.

[Grin.]

we could end this here or so...?

[raceme]

[The blue mech understand the gesture, no problem.]

Citizens those days! No respect for the authority, I'm telling you. [He chuckles and disappears inside the kitchen to get the energon cubes. Things didn't go as well as he hoped but not as bad as he expected.

They only had to keep working on it, Blurr knows there will be more opportunities.]