‎ ‎ ‎𝑹𝑰𝑷 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻

Wordle 1,969 4/6 ⬜⬜🟩⬜⬜ ⬜🟨🟩⬜⬜ 🟩🟩🟩🟩⬜ 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 My intellect knows no bound

And do you have a preferred means of being carried, my dearest little magos?

Fine I shall hold you like this.

of appreciation, for both what you do for me in and out of work. "

" It's not my best work, but It's something I couldn't help myself into doing. " His voice murmered, the sketch was only that. A sketch, he hadn't put as much detail into it as he wanted. " It's that and we'll, a list of things I thought might serve you well. As a token-

" Yes.... " He hesitantly admitted, to think he spent time sketching her rather than working the forge for a mere moment was something he wasn't ready to admit. Though he was enamored by her, and was wanting to perhaps surprise her once the sketch was finished.

to it a list of ideas of gifts to give her.

handy work, but more so admire her entirely. He'd clutch his datapad instinctively, almost in defense though he knew it was only futile. Reluctantly he flipped it over, on it was a drawing of her, more so a sketch of her working on the turret she had her hand on. Next-

" I... was seeking any oddities, perhaps things you need in replacements of or in need of an upgrade. " Drakth was only half bluffing about that, sure he was hoping to look for something he could gift for her, then again he also took this time to not just admire her-

Did you want to see their life's drain from their eyes? Hmm? "

for once he didn't. Much rather talk terms, its not like he wanted their hears to keep anyway. " I dont believe your superiors care how intact the heads are, or how it was done. Just that it is infact done. Though, If I am to believe this is a personal gripe? -

take them. Put that weaponry away and take them, you will find them more useful to you than me. I would have fitted them as ornaments on my waist. " He muttered through his vox grill, with a tone that was full of disappointment in the others actions. Drakth didn't want to fight-

gun mounted atop his trained it's aim at the powerfist wielder as hid omnissian axe lit up with an electrical current, having sparks fly off in a display of a warning. " Is that how you thank me for doing your work for you? To bare your teeth as some vile rabid animal?-

Drakth would watch him ready his weaponry. He expected nothing more from the likes of a butcher, or so he has heard. He should know, he was raised amongst some of the most deadly ones the imperium had ever seen. His servo arm snapped, ready to go on the defensive as the servo-

of her groan. He found it rather amusing, in a teasing sort of way. " Oh I'm sure you have, I know you've certainly handled larger. I have no doubt about it. "

" It is. A personal indulgence, I've noticed how much work you have been doing around here and I wanted to show my gratitude outside of my usual verbal effections. I wanted to see if there was something i could acquire or accommodate for you. " He'd take notice -

Better perhaps, but have you not wanted that annoying little heretic that comes bothering you time and time again about their little lazgun become nothing more than a punching bag?

Perhaps. Then again, to make a live subject into a abuse servitor is what are the words.... the cherry ontop.

// having drakth be a lot more bulkier and built more so like a power lifter than the average khorne bezerker physique