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Noah went to Peru for two reasons. Not just one.
Not just because he wasn't going to entrust his planet in the hands of an advanced alien robot species that can disguise themselves as vehicles but couldn't even save their own planet.
There was also another reason.
Mirage.
The Porsche had caught his eye and Noah was intrigued, plus Mirage has a way of growing on you. Maybe it's because Mirage is just too charming.
Whatever the reason, he went. He saved the world and he fixed up his best friend and caught feeling for a car.
Therapy ain't gonna solve this one.
While leaning on the guard rails on the platform that Noah could climb on to make himself eye-to-optic with the captivating Porsche, he found himself lost in Mirage's optics.
He didn't even realize he was staring dreamily at the newly rebuilt and repainted Mirage.
And he most certainly did not realize the look Mirage was giving him.
There was a slight smirk on his faceplates and his blue optics shone and sparkled in the light, catching it just right and making him look angelic.
His optics ridge was slightly raised on one side giving Noah a look of pure cocky confusion.
Noah fell hard. He was head over heels in love with Mirage and he was so blantedly obvious about it, that he had to mentally catch himself whenever he almost slipped up and gave it away. Not taking into account that Mirage probably already knew.
He was so deep in la-la land that he didn't realize that said Porsche had caught his eye and was also staring at him. Those blue almost magnetic optics were extremely difficult to pull his gaze away from.
Noah watched Mirage's mouth move, but nothing came out of those soft looking-
Wait, no sounds came out?
Noah plunged back into reality once again, momentarily snapped out of his dreamy gaze.
"-h. Noah. Noah! Ya with me, bud'?" Mirage snapped in front of Noah's face, not too close, but not too far.
"Y-yeah.." Noah took a deep breath in and nodded.
"You sure, man? Because you really seemed to look like you liked what ya saw," Mirage gave him a wink and smirked, "can't say I don't blame ya."
"I.. uhh.."
There was no getting out of this one.
"Seriously, though, you good? Like, man, you scared me, dude. I thought you were like... dieing or som'thin'."
"Oh. Uh, no. I was just thinking..."
"About?"
"About... mechanics! Yeah! Mechanics," Noah tried hiding the nervous, wobbly smile that threatened to weave itself into existence on his face.
"Mechanics? You must really love mechanics then," Mirage commented, Noah had listened and known Mirage long enough to be trained enough on the arts of 'Mirage interpretation' to catch the slight sadness in Mirage's voice.
"Yeah... 'Rag."
"But then... why were you staring... at me?"
Noah tensed, he was hoping Mirage would skip over that part and drop the conversation, but of course Mirage wasn't dumb.
"I... uhh.."
He looked away, embarrassment creeped up his spine and threatened to choke him. A blush painted itself onto Noah's face, his freckles being dusted with the pink flush of his face.
"I am mechanics!" Mirage looked giddy, "Well, kinda! But still! You love me? Awh! I love ya too!"
Noah almost fainted then and there. His face was red and definitely redder than a tomato ever could be and ever would be.
"I.. I love you too."
Noah had a reason he went to Peru. He had a reason to fix up Mirage.
He never wanted to see Mirage's blue optics shut off again nor his cocky smirk dissappear, never ever directed in his direction ever again.
Noah had reasons for everything... but now it seemed like Mirage was his only reason.
Kris rolled his eyes at Mirage's recollection of the story.
"Sounds like my brother has a bad case of 'simp syndrome'."
"Oh."
"Oh is right, Mirage."