[The drone let out a girlish giggle, its mechanical fingers tracing the surface of the box it was imprisoned in.]
Seems like you enjoyed my gift! Fehehe~
My lovely voxie boxies aside...
๐ซ Wowie, so much work~ ๐ซ Are you reaaaaally that busy? Is your world that busy? I've never been downstairs where you are. What's it like? Do you give people gifts like I do? Like your thingie called 'justice'?
[The drone now seems to be "poking" Doombringer's head on the crimson box's surface.]
Tell me!โผ๏ธ Tell meโผ๏ธ
โ With pure love and destruction, ๐
[๐๐ : ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง] [๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐]
* Chuckling, he places both hands onto his back, flipping himself to stand up once again.
- ''Calm down, calm down! You're a agitated one aren't you, should have expected it, not everyone has the will to place bombs on a military base.'' - Adjusting his bucket while reflecting on the questions, he elaborates. - ''I'm a Warden and Administrator during war times, my job extends wide into adminstrating the army, taking care of terrorists and enemy factions, ministraring allied forces, registrering and regulation inmates.'' - He cracks his knuckles. - ''And taking care of inmates who don't cooperate, alongside managing an entire war. Yes, it is a busy life.''
* Swinging side to side, his neck cracking alongside the shoulders, sighing in relief at the air bubbles being popped. Smiling, gazing at the sky.
- ''Something like that, yes, I do often "gift" Justice to those who demand their crimes to be heprimended, a way of making the world better. Truly a gift.'' - Nodding, he raises his eyebrow - ''And you see your bombs as a gift too? Do you believe to make the lifes or other better, or is it something you do out of boredom, for if so, we do know people who would love gifts.''
