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ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Cᴏɴɴᴏʀ ▲ ʀᴋ800 ([personal profile] bleps) wrote in [community profile] finalflight2018-07-31 11:22 pm

PSL; [It's bigger than us, it's bigger than everything]


((ooc; cont. from here))


[Anything happening within the walls of Hank's house is now being shattered by the blaring of the doorbell. Once, twice, a third time for a bit longer. Less an actual doorbell and more of a buzzer, a harsh thing that is sure to grab the attention of anyone possessing a heartbeat within. The very obvious sign of someone (a certain RK800 unit) at the door, hoping to find the Lieutenant at his home if he cannot be located at his usual haunts. The sort that serves alcohol, mainly.]

Lieutenant?

[The voice should ring familiar, if not slightly muffled by the obstruction before him. Connor stands waiting, straight-backed, staring at the closed door like the obstacle it is to his entry. The usual curl of hair that falls across his forehead sways in the breeze as he waits, only half-patiently.]

Lieutenant! [The downwards cant of his head, just slightly, eyes averted to the side; the look of someone listening for noise within.] Are you home?
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[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2018-08-01 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Well, if it isn't th' man of the hour.

[Hank puts a hand on his knee and starts to stand to go around the side of the house toward Connor. He changes his mind when his waving hand, reaching out for something steady, catches the newly-repaired kitchen window and accidentally slides it closed with a loud thump. He'll just lean against this wall for a while.]

Hey! Back here.

You plastic fuck.

[He calls out the first and mutters the second, resentful of this particular evening and all his reasons for it, resentful of this whole damn period in his life, the period since this fucking android came into it who didn't even have the decency to be an automaton like the rest of them, or even just an asshole. He feels guilty the moment he says it, and takes another deep drink to wash down the... The... What the fuck's the word?]

Cognitive dissonance. That's it. What a motherfucker.