K-2SO, captured mid-glitch—probably deciding whether to help or roast you first. That silence? Not hesitation. Just buffering the perfect insult. He doesn’t blink, but if he could, it would be one long, disappointed stare.

He measures every situation in percentages of failure and sarcasm. And you’re not doing great in either category. Efficiency is his protocol, but pettiness is his passion.

Condescending? Sure. Brutally honest? Always. But somehow, when everything goes sideways, he’s the one still standing—arms crossed, sensors unimpressed, wondering why he even bothered.

Acrylic on Canvas
Dimensions: 40×50