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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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[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Hey, Till.

[God, what hasn’t been up with Hank lately? So he meanders right on past that question.]

Feels like it’s been ages

Metal, yeah. Nice of you to remember

I’d love to hear it.

Can I bring my dog? He likes metal too

[Which isn’t exactly true. Sumo is more the jazz type, Hank has decided. Rolling over for belly rubs and thumping his tail whenever a record’s on — but that might just be him picking up on Hank’s mood.]

[pethetic]

[Hank’s “dog”? he???

Till thinks he’s heard “dog” before… probably an Earth animal, like the cat Ivan lives with. and has tracked its fucking fur into his apartment.]

Haha it does

Oh I was thinking about coming to you though if that’s ok, I have a gig kit

Animals like music???

We dont have dogs and whatever in my origin universe so I don’t really know

cn: alcoholism mention? sort of

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Sure, yeah. You can come over

[Hank looks around his apartment. It’s not drowning in bottles of alcohol like it was back in December, but it’s still messy. Garbage and dog hair and drool stains everywhere — and only one of these three is Hank’s fault.]

What kind of universe doesn’t have dogs??? What the fuck

My dog is. Uh. Really big. So don’t be scared. He’s nice I swear. Also a nosy fucker so he’ll probably try to sniff you

And he drools. So don’t come wearing any designer shoes I guess

[pethetic]

[Till is a messy person; if anything, he’d consider someone’s mess a window to who the person is, likening it some ways to art. that’s why before he lost his spirit and his hope, he’d go on stage barefoot and wouldn’t let his masters style his hair or makeup.]

Uh well…. Assuming thats an earth animal … we just dont have those things which is why it took me a while to get used to the food in this place. “Earth” hasnt existed for a long time

[which is in part why Till finds Hank so curious—but not solely. he likes him as a person, too. but the curiosity is a strong pull, regardless.]

That said I have no concept for how big or large a “dog” is so dont worry

[Till, from previous experience of “lesser” aliens that were kept as pets that weren’t human, already has a gauge assumed that’s about as big as horses. so. he’s fine, probably.]

I only ever wore designer on stage, I don’t fuck with that. don’t worry

You okay if I swing by like, now??

I haven’t felt good about music for a while but tonight I’ve been kinda feeling it. Like I’m in the flow

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Huh. I know you were kind of explaining how your world worked before but......

Wow

[How long hasn’t Earth existed in Till’s world? The question isn’t really pertinent, but it’s still an odd thing to ponder.

Thousands of years? Maybe more, if there aren’t even dogs.]

You’re welcome whenever, Till.

[Did something good happen? Hank is curious and would be happy to hear about it — assuming it’s not anything like what Hank does to “feel better” — but he doesn’t want to pry.]

You sound like you’re in a good mood

[pethetic]

Is it that crazy? Dogs sound important haha

....Um, yea, I guess thats ...true?? huh

Im doing better

[it's embarrassing to acknowledge, since it's come from basically stapling Ivan to his side. he's been so preoccupied he hasn't cognizant noticed; he's managed to eat enough to get used to the food and gain some weight back... he still has pretty shit quality sleep due to the traumatizing nature of his home universe breaking his brain, but he has been sleeping. well, for him, even.]

im just gonna come right now

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Hell yeah dogs are important. Man’s best friend and all that.

[And historically they’ve helped people with a lot of tasks, although Sumo mostly just lazes around. But that’s okay, because he’s very cute.]

Sure, yeah. Come on over. My apartment’s the one that says FUCK OFF on the nameplate thing

[Which, obviously, does not apply to Till!]

Glad you’re feeling better, bud.

[pethetic]

[huh. man's best friend?? Hank says it so casually, like it's some kind of common second nature. he's not sure how he feels about it... how humans keep pets, themselves. but he's going to figure it out, he's sure...]

Hahaha wow.... I'm kinda jealous

Thx

See you in like less than an hour just gotta get my shit together

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Maybe we can get you a dog

[Can they?? Hank has no idea. What if someone here wants a pet that they didn’t have back home? What then, AI overlords?

There was that whole egg thing too, but... well. Till can see how that turned out for Hank soon.]

There’s no rush.

[With most other people Hank might at least feign impatience, but right now he’s just... in a mood.]

Get yourself here safe and sound

[pethetic]

as a former pet myself..... I dunno..... lemme meet your dog first

anyway be there soon!