[Now here was where Mirage shined. The dance floor was a place he was quite familiar with back in his day, back when Cybertron WASN'T a torn wasteland.
His wings flick idly as he watches the others dancing, slightly amused at how they are moving. No one's was alike in any way, and most were far from classy.
If you'd like to dance with the Ferrari, now's a good time to ask.]
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His wings flick idly as he watches the others dancing, slightly amused at how they are moving. No one's was alike in any way, and most were far from classy.
If you'd like to dance with the Ferrari, now's a good time to ask.]