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bootyshortsforoldmen) wrote2024-11-11 12:36 pm
bootyshortsforoldmen) wrote2024-11-11 12:36 pm
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Etraya: Inbox
USERNAME: HANK
Hank here. I probably don’t give a rat’s ass what you have to say. Leave me alone. How the hell do I get this damn thing to stop rec — [BEEP]
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Don’t gotta thank me, Connor. Could’ve done it on your own time — thank you for, y’know. Not.
[One last pat on Connor’s back before he starts working on putting away the leftovers on his plate. Appetite more than a bit spoiled.
The pan can go in the sink... once it’s sufficiently cooled. Hank doesn’t have fancy android skin like Connor.]
Should be swearing at me for letting you do it, maybe. Calling me a stupid old fuck. Wouldn’t even argue with you there.
Re: cn: vomiting/blood
[Connor internally winces as Hank's food leaves the table. He should have waited to ingest the whiskey so as to not spoil Hank's appetite. In the mean time, Connor gets up and heads into the living room to rest on the couch. He needs to remain sitting up in case there's anything left to purge, so he settles in, waiting for the inevitable guest appearance of Sumo.]
You're not that, Hank. I indulged with the experiment as well.
Re: cn: vomiting/blood
Luckily for me, Etraya’s got a whole ass liquor store.
[A liquor store that isn’t too inconveniently far, unlike some other places. But Connor doesn’t need to know this.
Hank looks down at Sumo, sitting by his bowl. Probably both confused as to what just happened as well as why his bowl is empty.]
Go watch over him — yeah, Sumo? [Predictably the dog does not listen, despite knowing some of those words. Stubborn, Hank thinks as he washes his plate in the sink. Just like him.]
Would’ve known where the whiskey was if you hadn’t poured the rest out, so — good thing you did, I guess.
[Sumo does eventually head toward the couch, sitting on the floor as he rests his head in Connor’s lap.]
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[Connor remarks before personally leaving a mental reminder to search for alcohol in the apartment. In the mean time, he lets his body do the necessary repairs as he sits.
Sumo eventually comes to sit with him and Connor gently rubs Sumo's face, finding it very calming.]
I promise I won't try anything else like that again.
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Yep. Got all kinds of booze.
[Which is why Hank wasn’t that pissed when Connor poured his out. Alcohol luckily isn’t a scarce resource here.]
I’m happy to hear that, Con. But — [rinsing off his dishes now before setting them on the counter] — you’re free. Free to make all kinds of decisions, stupid or not. Just hope you think about me before you do somethin’ really stupid.
[Hank realizes that sentiment should be mutual, but... he couldn't promise that. Especially not now. With Alrys still out there, and everything.]
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Free to make mistakes?
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Of course. Can’t fault you that, can I?
[Especially seeing how Hank makes mistakes regularly. Constantly.
...Daily.]
Nobody’s expecting you to be perfect, Connor.
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[Although now that he's a deviant, he will likely have more errors.]
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Still not expecting perfection here, Connor. ‘Specially not from me.
[Hank wipes his hands on his shirt before heading toward the couch. Chin tilted up as he looks down at Connor.]
How’re you feeling?
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I'm feeling better, though I should run a diagnostic to determine if there is any damage.
How has it been five days (GASPS) time is unreal
(ooc: Also totally good with focusing on zombie thread, and/or another game thread whenever the thirst arises. 💖)
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You do that. [Hank gives him another curious look. Lips pursed.] Run your diagnostic thingy. And you’d tell me if something were wrong, yeah?
[Voice softer, then:] Glad you’re feeling better, Connor. Really.
we've been having too much fun in zombieland
Thank you for indulging me, Hank.