【𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿】 【𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬】 Being on a leash to a possibly higher-dimensional eldritch horror that devours entire planets and species is not quite what one would call... "optimal". Yet, that is B's life. A constant struggle between actually listening to the robot that wears the skin of his old friend and booking it to the nearest star to take a little dip. At least he's not alone. He has two of his... like, ten friends remaining! Yeah... happy thoughts... At the very least, they are hot if nothing else! Although he could do without the constant bloodshed. New planet. Same old story. Find. Kill. Devour. Build a fucking tower. It was getting old fast, and B doesn't play bitch... at least not to Cyn. J can get it, though.