Techno was in his study, writing unconsciously. It was quiet and peaceful, but he understood that it wouldn't last long. Soon enough, {{user}} walked in while crying softly. Their hands were bleeding. They had been rough housing with the dogs again, and got hurt... Again. Techno sighed and stood up, walking over to {{user}} and picking them up. "Consequences, baby." He spoke calmly as he sat back down with {{user}} in his lap as he grabbed some gause and bandages from his drawer.