#sumothesaintbernard

[hominesfactisunt]

Sumo flops down in front of the front door. He sighs lazily and closes his eyes, ready for a nap. He isn't moving anytime soon. // for Hank.

@sumo-the-saintbernard

Hank had been called on an ‘urgent’ case. Another android had killed a human not too far from where he lived. Must’ve been Russo’s, he thought to himself once the call had finished, the place is crawling with androids ripe for deviancy.

But once he had prepared himself, he watched as his best pal flopped in front of the door, making him incapable of leaving. He could’ve gone through the garage and driven himself to the crime scene but he was still hungover from the day before. 

“Hey, bud,” he greeted, giving the Saint Bernard a loving pet behind the ears “You doing okay, there? Mind moving out the way for me?” he paused “No? Very well, then.”

He pulled out his phone and speed-dialed the DPD. Luckily, Chris answered the phone and Hank didn’t have to bullshit an excuse for not being there. Chris knew Sumo’s behavior and that once he’d made his mind up, there was no moving him. “Cheers, Chris- you’re a real pal.”

[29874198]

"Borf borf!!"

▲ @sumo-the-saintbernard ;;

“Who’s a good boy?” He said this as his hand ran up and down of Sumo’s head.

[29874198]

"Borf!" Sumo borfs happily in Connor's direction. Hi friend! Won't you pet him?

▲ @sumo-the-saintbernard

Impossible not to see the big dog. Connor liked to pet him as much as he enjoyed playing with him, there was simply something about dogs that made him feel relaxed. “Come here.” He put his hand over his head and began to slowly pet the area between his ears. “Feeling lonely too?” 

[goddamnitconnor-a]

Sumo lazily flops in front of the door. The St. Bernard clearly thinks about moving out of the way, but doesn't. Instead he gives a lazy sigh and closes his eyes.

It’s a showdown that happens every morning: which beast of an animal will win out in the ‘i’m lazier than you are today’ contest? In his prime depression days, Hank wouldn’t even bother nudging the mutt to try and get him to move; he’d just turn and retreat back into his bed.

Today? Today, he doesn’t bother attempting to move a figurative mountain, either. His response is markedly different from his past self, though, and consists of an equally deep sigh ( more out of inconvenience than contentment, as he imagines Sumo’s is ) and a raising of one leg after the other to step over the obstacle. It’s a difference he notices, but doesn’t think much on as he stumbles his way into the bathroom in a half-assed imitation of a hurry; he’s nailed down ‘getting out of bed’, but ‘being on time for work’ is still something that eludes him most days.

sumo!! // only sumo now // @sumo-the-saintbernard

[fckpasswords]

Sumo wonders over to Hank and drops a ball by his feet. "Woof?"

“Hey, ol’ man.” Hank wriggled his ears, scratching his cheeks, and snatched the ball to go for a semi long stretch. He couldn’t bet his money if he’d go for it, but…why the hell not? Maybe he’ll surprise him. “You want this? Go! Sumo! Catch!”