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[bootyshortsforoldmen]

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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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[instabilitatem]

I am meant to execute at a level near perfection.

[Although now that he's a deviant, he will likely have more errors.]

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

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?

[instabilitatem]

[Connor's expression softens. Maybe he could try to relate more to people by looking for less perfection in himself.]

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

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

(ooc: Also totally good with focusing on zombie thread, and/or another game thread whenever the thirst arises. 💖)

—

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

[instabilitatem]

[Connor looks up at Hank and is about to answer when Hank adds the most vulnerable part of his reply.]

Thank you for indulging me, Hank.