Box felt like a child having to explain himself to Harkness. Felt that he was in trouble for breaking all those toys. He fiddled with hands while explaining.
"Box was happy until a few days ago. Box found a pippy boy on a arm that… well, there was no body. Box, Box knew there wasn’t anyone there, but Box still asked to have it. And then Box heard Dog Three. I miss Dog Three.." He realized he wasn’t getting to the point.
"So, Box took it cause Box really wanted it. And Box had music for a bit. And then the pippy didn’t make sense and made other noises than Dog Three… kinda like a ‘shhhhHHHHhhh’," Box’s impersonation of the static sent some spit at Harkness, but not too messy. Almost like a mist, which was still kinda gross.
"And… Box don’t know why, bit Box got super angry and broke all his toys. And after Box broke everything…. Box wishes he didn’t." His tone was soft, and hurt. A whine escaped his throat.
"Box has to start over."
It was a gruesome story told in a light way from a god damn supermutant and it wasn't like Harkness had ever expected to find himself in this kind of situation.
He winced. The thought of a torn off arm was a pip boy didn't sit quite well with him. He knew a few good vault dwellers. They were good kids but also extremely vulnerable. Shit like...that happened. He swallowed trying to smooth his features from the grimace.
From what he could gather the oversized child had found a radio and then broke it. Breaking half of his things along with it. "It was the radio you heard" Harkness explained "All Pip-Boys have one and you would have walked away from the signal. See, it's nothing bad." Hell, he wasn't really good at this.
"But your things. You can fix them right? You could make that a game, right?" He should have went to someone that had a gentle approach. Someone that actually knew how to speak to children supermutant or human.
"If you have to start over you might find better ones?" Ah hell.
