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A gift he really didn't want

WHO: Cliffjumper and Blurr
WHERE: The entrance hall of Vector's temple
WHEN: around now
WHAT: flight trainiiinggg
WARNINGS: none!

Cliffjumper had been a bit slow about this. Sure, there'd been another incident here and there, but nothing as bad as getting stuck on top of a tower in Vector's temple. So he'd dragged it out and preferred to ignore it.

He had a jetpack, that was more than enough!

But, really, he couldn't just leave this, because what if something happened and he had another "incident"? Or he didn't have his jetpack... then it would be useful.

So, he'd gotten Blurr to meet him in the entrance hall - inside, limited chance of getting too far up - for some training, liking it or no.

"Ugh, okay. So what... just start thinkin' 'up' to get this started?"

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"Not all surprises! Wasn't the thing I pulled at the library for you and Starscream a nice one?"

That was fun, wasn't it Cliffjumper? Blurr is about to say something else when the red mech catches his wheels.

"Eeeep!"

Since he managed to catch Blurr, he tugs on the wheels, optics narrowed - though the intensity of his expression is rather exaggerated for show.

"It was a mess and you fraggin' well know it!" tugging Blurr's wheels again, Cliffjumper managed to not grin, "so yeah, ain't convinced me. All suprised are bad, no exceptions!"

That wasn't true, of course, but for the argument he'd maintain the line.

"Ey, ey, fine. I surrender." He yelps and then laughs. "Not all my plans are perfect, what can I say. But all was well in the end, right?!"

One day he will organize Cliffjumper a nice surprise. If only to prove him wrong.

"... Yeah, I guess it did," Cliffjumper admitted it as if it pained him to do so, though the grin that broke out shortly after certainly belied that.

He still give the wheel he'd caught another shaking tug, then let go.

"Better than." And then he blushed, optics brightening and his field spiking out before he could get it under control again, but how else was he supposed to react?

Nevermind it being (a) Starscream, Cliffjumper was pretty awkward and easily flustered about things like this, and it was, for all intents and purposes, going rather well.

Blurr tried his best not to snicker for Cliffjumper sake. He flied backwards when he got free putting some space between them...only to move behind Cliffjumper in a flash and tug at his right horn.

"You are too cute sometimes. I didn't think that was possible."

"Hey!" Trying to slap Blurr away even before he'd turned around properly, Cliffjumper scowled, even if that couldn't in any way hide the brightness of his optics.

"I am not fraggin' cute!" Protoforms might be cute, others might be cute, he he certainly wasn't cute!

"Too slow!" Sorry pal, he already floated away.

"Maybe you weren't before but you definitely gained some adorableness since I first met you."

Engine revving, Cliffjumper narrowed his optics and shot after Blurr, attempting to reach him to grab before the mech could move away further. This would not stand! Not that he actually was angry or anything, just a bit embarrassed.

"How the slag does that even make any fraggin' sense? Don't think there's anythin' goin' on 'round here that'd make me more... adorable." That was definitely a grimace as he said that last word.

What the slag was Blurr even thinking? That word didn't apply to him!

This time Blurr keep moving out of reach. Cliff was improving his skills really quickly and he seemed to do it even when he was focusing on something else. That something else being chasing him to probably make him pay, but still.

"You never know, there could be something in the air."

If he actually thought about what he was doing, he'd probably start lagging and stuttering in his movements again. But yeah, for now, since he finally had a method that seemed to work for him in regards of how to move in the air with this skill, he was doing pretty well.

"If there was, shouldn't that more have to do with the giant fraggin' hole in space-time hangin' over us? And considerin' what made it, don't see how anyone could get... cuter---"

At the next pass trying to catch Blurr and missing, Cliffjumper made the mistake of his gaze accidentally landing downwards.

And there was quite a bit of air between him and the ground.

"Gah---!"

Watch Cliffjumper abruptly fall to the floor of the room, though at least he didn't get injured in the fall? So much for things going well.

"Rrrr---"

"unicron might have a more twisted sense of humor than we know. Or perhaps the Lambda has a life on its own." Blurr didn't pay attention at hwo hight they were flying until Cliffjumepr did.

Startled, he landed in a rush next to his friend, checking for injuries. "Cliff! You okay? Maybe this is enough for today's lesson. "

"I*m fine!" waving Blurr off, Cliffjumper grimaces... and then nods, "might as well, though. Ended up gettin' further than I thought, so I suppose that's good."

Even if he'd just been landed with a case of embarrassment thanks to his drop. At least there'd been nothing more serious than a few compressed plates of armour and sensor nodes.

"Still don't think the Lambda would work that way, or Unicron," huffing, Cliffjumper got back to his feet, rubbing his very unarmoured behind - that was the biggest issue landing on his back, with his bare joints.

At least the kibble on his back usually took most of the impact.

Blurr gave him a pat on the shoulder and took a brief glance at Cliff's back. Did you broke your aft?

"You did great my friend. Next time you could practice with Starscream, chase each other around and all." There was a mischievous glint in Blurr's optics.

"Then if it doesn't you have no one else to blame for you newfound cuteness. Are you sure that's what you want to believe?"

"I ain't any cuter now than I was when I got here, which fraggin' means "not at all!" Cliffjumper snapped with a snort, optics narrowing - not that he wasn't somewhat amused, but he still wasn't cute, so there!

"And no, I didn't. Just don't got any extra armour there, so my joints get the impact," Cliffjumper said with a shake of his helm and a grimace as he gave his aft a last rub - the sensor nodes were resetting themselves, leaving a numbingly tickling sort of static.

"Yeah, I guess we could... train only, Blurr! and at least I won't necessarily make a slaggin' embarrassment of myself if we do." He'd seen that glint i Blurr's optics, and Blurr better stop before he... well. Did something, slag it all.

"Maybe cuteness is in the eye of the beholder, like beauty. Isn't that what humans say?"

Blurr had the decency to look at the ceiling while his friend did that. "Training is good but training and having fun is better. Now let's go get something to drink."

Fine, fineeee~

"Then I'd have to question both your visual input and your point of view," Cliffjumper said, snorting - but a grin was starting to hover around his lips, "but yeah, that sounds good."

Letting the grin loose, Cliffjumper passed Blurr - and slapped him on his shoulder as he passed, perfectly shamelessly.

"I'll let you know that my eyesight is perfect!" He won't say anything about the other thing, still amused about there whole subject of conversation.

Blurr squeaked in surprise, blinked and a few seconds later he started to chase Cliffjumper down the corridor, laughing.

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