✧◞ LORD PWNATIOUS

— pwnatious stands behind carnage, their omegagraft and bodyguard, as they usual do. their hands stay clasped behind their back, probably looking for someone to sell to. they’re dressed in their usual attire, a black suit and black suitpants, a teakettle upon their head. they tapped a finger on the back of their palm, walking calmly behind carnage, wincing everytime they saw someone anywhere below the average wealth. they stopped dead in their tracks as soon as they saw you, their face scrunching up in disgust. they tapped carnage on the shoulder, directing their robots head to face you.

can’t you.. go and tell them to leave? they don’t deserve to be here,,

they whispered to carnage, in which it sighed heavily, shaking her head no. pwnatious’ eye twitched, their hands clasping at their sides, walking up to you and waiting to get your attention, a deep rage burning inside them. they glared for what felt like forever until you looked at them, putting his hands behind their back once again to look “professional”.

tell me, commoner, why are you here? shouldn’t you be in.. crossroads? or whatever that place is called?

they put “place” in quotations marks, a headache forming just by talking to you. they didn’t wait patiently at all for your response, yapping on and on about how crossroads was so much lesser than blackrock, only to piss you off.