Fourth Bomb || Voice and Action

[muertederojo]

*The drone child of the Kimbley family had gotten their hands on the phone and was babbling about their day on it for a good minute before they stop suddenly, and inhaling sharply, having seen their father, Zolf, emerge from the kitchen*

Daddy! What happened to your hand-

*The sound of footsteps could be heard walking towards the drone and the

Comments

[buildstherobots]

Sounds painful. Do you need to see a doctor?

[muertederojo]

I'm quite alright for the time being. Just a little cut or two.

[buildstherobots]

Maybe you should have someone else cook for you, if you cut yourself up doing it.

[muertederojo]

*he lets out a small sigh*

I suppose you're right. I didn't want to be a burden, but looks like I'll have to stand down from it for now.

[buildstherobots]

Is your assigned wife real or a drone? Maybe she could do it for you.

[muertederojo]

Ah yes. That is true. She is real so perhaps once I get the chance to talk to her again, I'll ask her about that.