(ᴗ˳ᴗ) more like fucking shutting down
@bitterremembrance
Send me “(ᴗ˳ᴗ)“ for my muse to suddenly fall asleep on yours while sitting together!
Hank was genuinely surprised when he opened the door to find Connor with a small group of androids behind him. One of them Hank could easily identify as Markus - though he’d only ever seen him on TV, his face was unmistakable.
The others must’ve been friends, of Markus’, Connor’s, or both. Not like it mattered either way.
Connor asked if they could spend the night, and Hank had reluctantly said yes.
There were far more bodies than there were places to sleep in his house, so they had resorted to throwing pillows, comforters, blankets, and whatever else they could find onto the floor in the livingroom for one giant sleeping fort.
And Hank really hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the girl’s shoulder. He was tired, slightly drunk, and incredibly exhausted from the day’s events.
He was out by the time his head made contact with her. He would just have to deal with the mess in the morning.













