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HANK AND CARL HAVE BEEN MOVED TO MY MULTIMUSE

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#yooooooooo #hank has been moved back to my multimuse #pls direct yourself over there #if ya want the boyo

I’m considering bringing Hank and Carl back to my multimuse account.

I feel like I still love the characters enough to want to write them, but idk. Even now, there’s so many Connors that I get overwhelmed.

So I guess, if you’re still willing to follow my Hank after a re-hash to my multimuse, you’re more than welcome to stick around, but I know a lot of people don’t like multimuses. So, that’s fine.

It’d also just be nice to talk to the friends I’ve made here again. Interactions were becoming tiresome when I initially took my hiatus and I needed to get away from the people that made them tiresome.

So, yeah. If you’re interested, I’m hopefully going to be bringing Hank and Carl back to my multimuse by the end of the week.

#;;out of sobriety #tbd

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deviatingsoftware‌:

He… hated this. Pain was a new experience, one he was trying to hide from those around him but god, this hurt – but he couldn’t deny him this one night. So Connor turned his face away to hide the saline-solution that was burning in his eyes, though the red LED gave him away all the same. “Fine, Hank. Just for tonight, I won’t say anything. But I refuse to go anywhere. I can’t– I won’t– I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fine. Don’t care if yer here,” He didn’t, in all honesty. As much as today was a shit hole that he just wanted to be over and forget, the old police lieutenant knew it was probably for the best that Connor was at least there to keep an eye on him.

Keep him from doing anything too stupid. Staring into his glass for another beat, Hank downed the rest of the brown liquor.

It’d been clear enough that something was up with Hank. All day, he hadn’t been in a good mood. Nothing but snapping at coworkers, being distant from Connor, and just generally being all the worse than he already was.

#v; what if we’re fighting against people who just wanna be free?#deviatingsoftware #{ hank interactions }#guess who's using today/yesterday's date for this thread #it me

replicantdeviancy‌:

▌ ▲▐ ───── Ask whatever; someone Connor doubted it. There were certain things with Hank that one didn’t mention, things that would rightly piss the older man off. His past certainly, his son more specifically. Connor hadn’t mentioned Cole much since that night at the CyberLife tower, and he wasn’t about to. It served no purpose other than to torment Hank. The android wished to focus on more positive things, if only for the sake of his partner.

No, perhaps a bit for himself as well. He nodded once in reply and continued. “Lately I’ve been feeling anxious - at least, that’s part of it.” The best he could describe with any certainty. But there was more to it. “It’s different somehow. I don’t have any reason to feel that way. I just…” There was a pause, a shrug. Connor fixed a perturbed gaze at the man. “…do.”

Hank glanced over to the younger appearing android, not at all appearing surprised by what Connor was basically confessing to him. A small shrug did emit from him, at first, and took another sip from his glass bottle.

“Called livin’, kid. Most of us are anxious 24/7. Not much we can do about it, besides maybe take medication for it for the rest of our lives. Don’t think there’s medicine an android could take, though,” Hank sure as hell wasn’t someone who take anything for the anxiety he experienced.

No, anxiety was something his mostly kept to himself, and only really took care of his copious amounts of alcohol abuse.

#v; what if we’re fighting against people who just wanna be free?#replicantdeviancy #{ hank interactions }

deviatingsoftware‌:

“You’re the only person who’s ever cared about me in this world, Lieutenant. I’m not going to sit by and watch you kill yourself when there’s something I can do about it. So no. I will not “fuck off” because I believe this is exactly my business.”

“Look, I get it-- ... I fuckin’ get the concern. I do, but I’m serious. Leave me alone. I... I get you wanna help. Jus’ not t’day, kid. Jus’ leave me be for tonight,”

#v; what if we’re fighting against people who just wanna be free?#deviatingsoftware #{ hank interactions }#yeaaah probably with more of hank's drinking

PROBABLY A GOOD THING I WASN’T ONLINE TODAY

TODAY WAS COLE’S BIRTHDAY ;-;

#;;out of sobriety #at least that's fueling my muse for at least one reply rn #tbd

dupliici‌:

“ NO big hairy dogs , no hairy cats . Got it , “ he responds , and , being the android that he is , database is quickly sifted through , certain properties isolated , others discarded from his query . He needn’t peruse dogs at a pet store or shelter to at least offer a few suggestions ; a dog’s or cat’s temperament and disposition may be a beast that would have to be tackled through experience , however . “ What about a poodle ? You did compare me to one once ; maybe we’ll get along , “ he suggests , only half - joking if the little smirk that teases the corners of his lips is anything to go by . Nevertheless , it is a genuine suggestion , all things considering . Poodles are nowhere near as large as Sumo , and they’re known to be intelligent and shed very little .

“...That’s a definite no from me,” Poodles just weren’t his kinda dog, no matter how many people tried to argue with the old police lieutenant that poodles didn’t need to be weirdly groomed priss-dogs. He just shook his head at the suggestion. Instead, he tried to think of some other breed he at least tolerated to a point. Come to think of it, he was realizing he didn’t know many breeds of cats. He really only knew them by their colors.

“Could go for like, a little bulldog. Always did thinks those floppy little things were cute,”

#{ ic tag }#dupliici #{ hank interactions }#hANK DOESN'T LIKE THE IMAGE #HE DOESN'T WANT A POODLE LMAO #connor's the only poodle he can stand

newlifenewdeath‌:

　　　“Haven’t you heard not to tell a woman to calm down?” But she does make an effort to stop glaring daggers at the man in question.

“I didn’t. Told ya to chill the hell out. Probably ‘cause, in fact, y’need to chill the hell out,”

#v; what if we’re fighting against people who just wanna be free?#newlifenewdeath #{ hank interactions }

dupliici‌:

“ WELL , I’m really not picky . All dogs are good dogs , and I’m sure cats are too . What did you have in mind ? “

“Another big hairy dog is a no-go. Already have to clean a shit ton because of how much Sumo sheds. Dunno if I’d go for a really hairy cat, but they’d at least be sure as hell smaller than Sumo,”

#{ ic tag }#dupliici #{ hank interactions }

replicantdeviancy‌:

▌ ▲▐ ───── “I understand that emotions can be rather…complicated things.” Complicated being an understatement, and a large one at that. The android looked to the man at his side, a soft frown over his features. Not for Hank’s lack of a clear answer but for his own ignorance. “It would seem that I still don’t grasp certain aspects of ‘feeling’. I hope you don’t mind that I asked.”

“Maybe if y’just... explain it more, then maybe I’d be able t’understand,”

He could sure as hell try, but the far older man’s demeanor already made it clear that it’d be difficult to get a concrete answer out of him. With his drinking clouding his mind, he might be able to come to a solid answer, but it was also possible that if he got too drunk, it wouldn’t be nearly as accurate.

Looking over toward the android, he waved him off briefly.

“Y’can ask whatever, Connor. I don’ care,”

#v; tbd #replicantdeviancy #{ hank interactions }