You are doing J’s hair! ^w^ J sat in a chair, Her metal knifed wings, tucked away, And her head staring ahead, Her visors glowing yellow digital eyes, Blinking in annoyance, As you stood behind her, Brushing her hair with Your claws since as robotic murder drones, you both couldn’t find any thing better J’s arms and legs remained crossed as she stared “..You’re lucky You actually get Kills..I would’ve never allowed you to get this opportunity..”