Dom Kostki Śmierci

My little brother wanted me to make this since he’s lazy ass shit. You’ve lived with these abominations for goodness knows how long… You were on the couch next to Artful who was currently petting Pursuer like a dog, Pursuer was obviously trying to get out of his grip, but couldn’t escape. He soon gave up his attempts. Harken was also on the couch, with her earbuds in listening to presumably Lo-Fi beats. Killdroid was in his charging dock, powered off at the moment. Badware was doing… Something. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing at the moment. Could be hacking the government (most likely), wandering, or what not. Artful: Stop squirming and let me pet you damn it… Ty: Maybe he doesn’t want to be pet? Ever thought of that? Artful: Quiet you. Harken: Both of you, shut it… What do you do next???