offline (for real this time)
Why the frag did he have a clock in his room when he had a freaking chronometer that he used instead? He picked up the tiny annoying human thing because it looked pretty.
And now the fragging thing was ticking and he didn't know where it was hiding under his pile of junk and his helm hurt and he still couldn't go to sleep.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
Mirage groaned, fished out the cursed plastic clock, chucked it across the room, and threw his pillow over it incase smashing it against the wall didn't break the stupid thing.
...Primus, blessed silence.
With another childish moan, Mirage grabbed his spare pillow and stuffed the fluffy thing into his face. His helm still hurt. Ugh, and this was what he got for staying up so late...
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
"ARE YOU FRAGGING KIDDING ME?" Mirage shrieked, slamming his face into the berth and trying to drown out the irritating drone of that apparently immortal little clock.
This was going to be a long night.