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[ Indie Lieutenant Anderson RP Blog ] ( Selective, multi-ship/verse, penned by Chey, 20 y/o ) About || Rules *Please read rules before interacting*

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"Kind of a random question, but what's it like to have a father?" -RQ800 Connor

Hank frowned, considering his response. ”Not sure if I'm really the person to ask, kid. My old man was hard working, trying to keep up our family on shit pay. He didn't have time to parent.”

And that’s all he’ll be saying about that.

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"Hey....." Leo slid something across the table for Hank. It was a small gift wrapped box that had a nice Rolex watch in it. No, Leo didn't steal it, and no he didn't use his Carl's money to buy it. He had been slowly putting aside money, money that would have been used on drugs, for this gift. "I just..... I just wanna say thanks for helping me with my maths homework..... It's... It's real nice of ya to help someone like me..."

Hank was the kind of man who helped without thinking much of himself for it; he never considered that anyone ever owed him a cent. So, when Leo showed up with a gift, he was completely caught off-guard. “Kid...-you didn’t have to get me anything.” If he was honest, helping Leo out with his maths homework had become a part of his week he looked forward to. He was a mentor at heart.

Unwrapping it, he’s taken aback—damn, this must have cost a pretty penny. He didn’t buy things like this for himself, but that didn’t mean Hank doesn’t appreciate nicer things. A warm smile pulled at the corners of the Lieutenant’s lips. “C‘mere, son,” Hank reaches forward, affectionately ruffling Leo’s hair. “I appreciate this, but in the future, you keepin’ those math grades up’ll be enough thanks for me, got it?”

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( Well, now that I've made my necessary angst post...Ahhhaaa

*Feel free to send in some fun Father’s Day antics as you please 😌 )

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Fucking Father’s Day.

Drunken fingers carefully unfold a handmade card—the sort of thing Cole had made at school and brought home. On the front, scribbled with red crayon read “Best Dad Ever” in clumsy, 5-year-old’s lettering. Worn, blue construction paper was still stained with whiskey from the previous year’s misery.

Hank stares at it, as he had so many times before. His heart felt more broken than usual, as if tiny shards were piercing his chest. Even the case of beer he’d drank halfway through wasn’t enough to numb that sort of pain.

Whenever he felt lost, it seems he always found himself on the same park bench, mulling over the same ever-present aches. There, alone, the grizzled lieutenant’s eyes overfilled with painful tears: the kind that makes your throat burn when you try to hold them back.

He wasn’t the “best dad ever”—he wasn’t even a dad anymore.

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I like to think that any androids in general can subconsciously peel off their skins to anyone they truly trust, adore and love; whether it’s familial/platonic or maybe romantic.

Well…familial/platonic in this case.

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Connor: “Hank, I’m worried about you.”

Hank, dipping an Oreo in whiskey: “Why?”

*inspired by this

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"Why can't you take the freakin complimENTTTTTTTT!" -Connor

Hank was heavily intoxicated, but his dumbass brain picked up the reference immediately.

Without skipping a beat, he slurred,”fr e sha voca do.”

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drugfixation​:

“Fruity cider or something stronger like vodka?” 

Yes, Leo was asking him about alcohol but he loved alcohol as well. Could you blame him for wanting to hear another alcoholic’s opinion?

Oh, now it makes sense. The kid wanted a recommendation--only problem is, Hank wasn't a fanciful drinker. Whiskey was his chosen poison and he didn't vary from that. He didn't drink for the fun of it.

”...Depends on the occasion. Regardless, vodka’s for mixing or trying to hide your drinking from your parents. If you’re going for something stronger, pick something that doesn't taste like ass.”

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plasticdetective​:

“Avoid the Dollar Store.“ He nods. “Got it. What is step two?“

Hank blinks--holy shit, Connor was actually taking this seriously.

”...son, before I, uh, impart anymore ’wisdom’...-what the hell do you think ’good kush’ means?” 

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"Father, teach me your ways of finding 'the good kush'."

”Well, for starters, avoid the Dollar Store.”

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idk if anyone did this already but

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❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

| Things You Want to Hear Starters ( Accepting ) |

Hank raised a brow, his classic quizzical look fixed on the young man. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he apparently looked like someone who’d give the sound advice--shit, he still had yesterday’s alcohol on his breath.

Still, it wasn't like Hank to turn down someone genuinely asking for his help. ”Sure, kid. Shoot.”

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things that you want to hear.

change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ you’re good enough. ❞

❝ you’re important. ❞

❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞

❝ she pulled through. ❞

❝ i forgive you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. ❞

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞

❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞ 

❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞

❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞

❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ you’re right. ❞ 

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ you look amazing. ❞

❝ we’re in this together. ❞

❝ you’ve got this! ❞

❝ i missed you. ❞

❝ i did the dishes! ❞

❝ last night was incredible. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

❝ how can i help? ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? ❞

❝ dinner was great. ❞

❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞

❝ lets go to the park. ❞

❝ thank you. really. ❞

❝ you’re wanted. ❞

❝ i got you a coffee. ❞

❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞

❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞

❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞

❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞

❝ go do something for yourself. ❞

❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞

❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞

❝ what do you need from me? ❞

❝ tell me about your day. ❞

❝ i trust you. ❞

❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

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Unspoken Fluff Starters

A gentle brush against fingers.

A head pat.

A short shoulder rub.

Leaning into their side.

Joining them in silence.

A quick hug from the side.

Sitting with them.

Bringing them a drink.

Bringing them food.

A hug from behind.

Stroking their hand.

A slight nudge of the elbow.

The lightest ‘boop’ on the nose.

A head to head touch.

A quiet evening walk.

Sharing a meal.

One resting on the other.

Giving them their coat.

Handing them a small gift.

A comforting smile.

Making space for them to sit.

A soft brush against the face.

A quiet kiss.

A comforting hug from the front.

Sharing a nap.

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Headcanon: Hank is slightly nearsighted and typically wears contacts.

Why is this information so important, you ask?

Well, consider: Dad glasses.

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"Okay, sure," Leo replied in his normal voice. But oh dear, Hank shouldn't have asked where he got the number from. He could feel that mischievous side egging him on again. "Oh, I got the number from Connor." And then he hung up. RIP Connor.

What the fuck was that all about? And who the hell was that?

”Connor, why are you giving my desk number out to furry weaboos?” Now, those are words he never thought he’d say. Christ, he needs a drink. Some memes deserved to stay dead.

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"Nyoo I'm nyot on anything...." For once Leo was telling the truth. He was not on drugs or alcohol. He was telling the truth but of course, being Leo, had to be a pain about it. "But isn't this 911? The powice?? Come and hewp quickwy!"

Hell, this kid wasn't letting up. ”...No, this ain’t 9-1-1.”

”Jesus, look. I’ll tell dispatch if you’ll cut that shit out.” Hank was absolutely, positively way too sober for this. ”How’d you even get this number?”