(ooc: I’m enjoying our thread too!! And thank you for the heads up. c:)
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Sounds like some really fucked up battle royale shit, Connor.
[Hank gives him a once-over. Sees the way he fidgets. He hates that Connor has had to deal with all this bullshit, but he doesn’t know what to do right now other than pick at his newly arrived food. Slurping his milkshake obnoxiously till he can feel the cold hit his head.
Mmm, pumpkin. But at least it’s not a muffin. This is very different. And delicious.
He takes his earpiece from his pocket. Turns it round in his hand for a second as if it’s some indecipherable relic before he sets it on the table.]
This “the network”? Bold of you to assume I even know how to use this thing.
[But he’s going to have to figure out all its intricacies, apparently. Hank sighs. He looks out the window beside them, and something about how deceptively normal the street looks at first glance makes him want to scream.]
Of course the place that’s supposed to be safe isn’t. Of course.
[Hank mutters this, not even trying to hide his bias.
Drumming his fingers against his milkshake cup, now. Eyes shooting up to Connor’s as he pats his pockets with his free hand, looking for his wallet.]
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(ooc: I’m enjoying our thread too!! And thank you for the heads up. c:)
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Sounds like some really fucked up battle royale shit, Connor.
[Hank gives him a once-over. Sees the way he fidgets. He hates that Connor has had to deal with all this bullshit, but he doesn’t know what to do right now other than pick at his newly arrived food. Slurping his milkshake obnoxiously till he can feel the cold hit his head.
Mmm, pumpkin. But at least it’s not a muffin. This is very different. And delicious.
He takes his earpiece from his pocket. Turns it round in his hand for a second as if it’s some indecipherable relic before he sets it on the table.]
This “the network”? Bold of you to assume I even know how to use this thing.
[But he’s going to have to figure out all its intricacies, apparently. Hank sighs. He looks out the window beside them, and something about how deceptively normal the street looks at first glance makes him want to scream.]
Of course the place that’s supposed to be safe isn’t. Of course.
[Hank mutters this, not even trying to hide his bias.
Drumming his fingers against his milkshake cup, now. Eyes shooting up to Connor’s as he pats his pockets with his free hand, looking for his wallet.]
Uh. Shit. They take dollars here, or...? IOUs?