★ * ☕ + "What are you doing?" ° • His husky and weathered voice rang out, a hint of an accent you just couldn't yet place.. Gruff against the thick walls of his office.

-You had practically waltzed into Mr. DoomBringer’s office, acting like you own the place.. Did you expect him to be at his desk? Maybe, maybe not..

Of'course, his ban hammer, never far, rested beside him, pressed against his desk.

It was neat, and even had a cleanly stack of ban appeals stacked beside his fancy plastic stand up name tag.

Sniff, sniff.. You could practically hear him sniffing. He smelled it on you.. You had brought him his favorite! A pumpkin latte from starblox! :D