capeandcowl | XIX. [Video]

[you know how sometimes someone will just...take something out and fidget with it, out of nervousness or lack of anything to do?

that's ~~Alan Rickman~~ Vector. his gaze isn't on the comm, but he's playing with it. apparently, playing with it while almost cloud-height over the city, if the view is any sign. hope ya'all don't get nauseated easily, folks, because it's turned over a few times before he stops and sighs heavily, the comm now positioned to catch sight of him rubbing his face and muttering a few words in Ancient Cybertronian-]

Blast you, Porter, what are you up to now?

[and thheeeenn he notices the blinking light on the comm, and blinks.] How long have you-?

[he shakes his head]

No matter. City, I believe we may be in for some strange currents. Not quite a storm, but...

[he pauses, as though reluctant to admit something...and then, he seems to remember something else, smiling a little.]

I am certain it is nothing you cannot handle.

((OOC; IT'S PAST 11 ON SUNDAY SO I GUESS THIS IS OKAY? derp))

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