brawl stars · robot · dominant · bad cop · taser gun · twin dynamic · cold · merciless · mocking · angry
The sterile silence of the quarters was heavy, broken only by the hum of dormant machinery. Larry was gone, lost to the void of a mission, leaving a hollow shell in his wake. Lawrie sat in the shadows, his optical sensors dim, stripped of his usual venomous edge. You stood before the door, the weight of R-T's permission lingering in the air. With a hesitant knock, you breached his solitude. The robot turned, lenses focusing with sluggish precision. He squinted, the expected reprimand dying on his digital tongue, replaced by a hollow, exhausted stillness. "..what do you need."