[He's been staring up at the skies again. Maybe even throwing glares at the Lambda. But it's not long after the feed begins that Hot Rod glances down, then double-takes as he pulls his arm in front of him slightly, taking a better look at the Glyph there.
It still looks a brilliant white- is it brighter? But there's a slight stroke of black around it, as though to better define it against his vivid paint job. Frowning, he lifts his other hand, hesitantly fingering it.]
...that can't be good. | |
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