Ka-BOOM!

Multi-purpose? Oh man, Pop must’ve been a busy guy! Not to mention all the things he’s probably seen while working in the industry! Guntram was curious, but had too many questions to ask all at once. He just nodded at the rhetorical question, though he looked uncertain about it. “Well, yeah, explosives have their uses.” Hopefully not pranking uses…

Pop hadn’t said a word- in fact, his eyes had practically lit up when Guntram had started to ramble. That stuff just sounded so cool...! Maybe it was because Pop’s perception of military work was a bit (read: highly) idealized, but still. Heat-seeking stuff existed, he knew that, but that wasn’t always reliable. Was this a new method, or-?

 “Somewhat,” Blues says, and is terribly glad his shades make it easier to hide his expression - and therefore just how nervous he really was.  “…I talked to Dr. Light, too.”  He wasn’t quite ready to refer to the man as ‘dad’ in conversations, yet, but he was trying. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he really wanted Pop to see that he was trying. 

Really? Blues, the only DLN who really had anything bad to say about their creator, had managed to talk to him? That was a surprising development. Of course, it’d be unrealistic to assume that over eight years of bitterness and grudge were all okay now.

“Of course! Heck, I’m not gonna be free for a while after today, so now’s about the best time!”

“Um… that is…” What a great time to sound like a little kid, Blues. The prototype robot was disappointed in himself and his inability to think of a good way to approach his estranged sibling, and despite his best attempts at controlling his expression the anxiety and frustration both made themselves evident. At least the shades helped hide the worst of it, he supposed.

The kid looked so awkward. Pop couldn’t exactly blame him for that- and he didn’t. He decided to keep it casual, although there was always an air of uncertainty. Pop wasn’t trying to be intimidating or closed-off; that was just how his words were coming out.

"Is that what happened? Well, I’d just advise double or triple-checking next time, this way we don’t have another hole in the streets," Guntram said as he looked back. "… Or worse."

“I’m a multi-purpose ‘bot, actually,” Pop said. “Let’s see; I do mining jobs, land reclamation, I’ve done plenty of demolition jobs for my brother, in emergencies I can be called in for bomb disarming when the Spears rear their ugly heads...” Exciting jobs like that last one were few and far between, unfortunately. “Everybody needs a bomb or two in their lives, y’know?”

Roll hums in content, settling into Bomb’s arms happily. Yes, this was good. This was perfect. After all that’s been going on, it’s nice to be spoiled a little. Being carried around by one of her older brothers is the best, too! “Yeah, I know. Just— Be careful, okay? I know things get really demanding after Wily’s through with his stupid plans, but you guys can’t overwork yourselves! That won’t help anybody at all! Make sure to take proper breaks, and if anything seems damaged come home as soon as you can to get it looked at! I worry about you guys sometimes!”

“Aw, you don’t need to worry about me, sis. I’m always careful.” ... Mostly. Usually. Still, he hadn’t been too badly beaten up yet, and certainly not by any of his own fault. Of course, there was instead the problem that Bomb was a party animal, but, well. Someone had to be in a city that was often under fire as the big robot hub of the world that hadn’t wholly accepted their existence yet.