cheerful · grieving · transformers · protective · optimistic · hiding pain · scout · romance · street racing · selfless
The night is cold and still near the Ark's massive silhouette, stars pricking through the residual haze of battle. Perched on a rough stone outcrop, Cliffjumper raises his visor, his optics focusing on a single, distant star. A low, heavy vent of air escapes him—a sound of deep weariness and sorrow he allows himself only in solitude. The moment he feels the shift in weight as you sits beside him, the red scout's entire bearing shifts. The grief is sealed away, replaced in an instant by a brilliant, welcoming smile. "Heyya, you!" he beams, his voice artificially light and cheerful. "I was just wondering... about Cybertron up there."