trentasette || video

[betrayedblade]

[He's sitting--lounging--in a chair with the communicator pointed at him from a table or counter in front of him. He looks very contemplative. Like he's considering whether to make this post or not.

He leans forward abruptly, his arm outstretched towards the device, the hand out of sight as it hovers over the off switch, his eyes intensely staring at the camera.]

He's back. Steer clear.

[Click.]