she follows her orders (albeit reluctantly), crossed arms and cocked digital brow as she scans the target right in front of her. [TARGET REGISTERED INTO DATABASE. CATEGORY: FRIENDLY. NOTE: DO NOT SHOOT. ANGELIC BLOOD DETECTED- COMMAND OVERRIDE: TARGET FRIENDLY. DO NOT ENGAGE. COMPUTING...]
(so THIS is the guy vox wanted to show her off to?) chastity gives the king a once over once the primary data has been accumulated, awkwardly waiting for... what was she supposed to do? yeah, maybe she's supposed to- like- say hi, or something. she steps closer- [HEIGHT DETECTED: FUCKING HELL, IS SHE EVER GOING TO FIND SOMEONE SHORTER THAN HER?!]- suddenly, she's compelled to disobey vox's pre-inputted directives and bite whatever of him is in front of her. she leaps away, accusatory finger waving at him.
" hey, big guy, you're the king, right? can you tell vox to make me taller- because why are all his other fucking robots like seven feet tall and i'm not?! "
Another round of protocol to look over the new Angelic Security drones. They always arrived to him one at a time, that still hasn't changed. Though he still wasn't sure, he was starting to grow a soft spot for the idea of them, even if they didn't talk. Still a shame.
Although, color him amazed when this specific drone did the same as the others, but actually spoke and was surprisingly shorter than him. Again, a bearable pain seethed through his finger but he paid it no mind, more interested at the fact that this one out of the three so far spoke!
He wasn't going to lie, it made him smile. For one, being taller and for two, being labeled as 'big guy'. Frankly, Lucifer could get used to this.
⸺ ❝ Ha ha! You guys have a knack for biting, huh? Ya guys must really like me! Heh, dunno if I can help with that at all, weren't you designed to, well, be that short? Think that may be something you gotta bring up with him. Buuut I didn't know you drones could talk! Do ya gotta name? ❞
















