Oct. 29th, 2020

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Part 1 ; 𝐴𝑑 π‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘€ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑒 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘ π‘’π‘’π‘š π‘“π‘œπ‘π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘‘ 𝐼𝑛 π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› 𝑀𝑒 π‘ π‘’π‘’π‘š π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘” 𝐼𝑛 π‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑀𝑒 π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘›
Part 2 ; 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π·π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’ 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘£π‘–π‘’π‘  π‘Šπ‘’ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘ 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒

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09-25-2020 12:09 pm
We were mistaken for father and son at the supermarket again.
That so?
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09-27-2020 08:58 pm
One small correction, Hank: I was destroyed on one occasion, so technically my life was taken. My memory was simply uploaded into the next model. But isn't it different, because I was made to do these things?
You're right. I fucking hate that you were destroyed. I don't like to think about it. You were made, but you have the autonomy to choose what you want.
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09-28-2020 09:56 PM
You don't have to have empathy for everyone, Connor. I've done some things that wasn't right, I was heated, I beat too hard too much... It wasn't right, I regret I had consequences but fuck... beating the shit out of a child killer helped me sleep at night.
I don't think anyone would condemn you for that, even if it wasn't entirely legal. When it comes down to it, I suppose I'm concerned about my capacity for humanity.
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10-10-2020 04:46 PM
You want to see me naked?
Okay, you know what. I can understand how you got there, I'm not surprised this was your response. But, for fuck's sake, Connor. What are you going to do, run around naked all over Detroit? No, I don't want to see you out here naked!
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10-10-2020 08:43 PM
( Hank figures Connor's not home, or ... is taking a shit (only not really, come on). Whatever the case may be, he spends some time putting away the groceries (which tells him Connor was home... due to the evidence of his milk being tossed). He then spends a few minutes talking to Sumo about how he's not going to buy this brand of canned food anymore if Sumo keeps farting up the house the way he is. Hank then walks down the hall toward his bedroom. It's about time he hangs up his coat and gets comfortable! He takes a step in the room and jolts back out into the hallway at the sudden unsolicited nudity in his bedroom. A place he doesn't even like being naked in! ) Connor, oh-what the fuck!?
[ at least his instincts (if you could call them that, more likely it was some aspect of his programming) had led him right. because he had been pretty certain if he tried to pull this stunt out in the living room, hank would have dropped all the groceries in the doorway. and that would've distracted from... well. from him. when hank backs out of the room, connor raises both eyebrows, sets the magazine aside, and stands up to follow him. ] What's wrong? [ he can't be that embarrassed, can he? there isn't even anything all that embarrassing to see. ] Did you get everything you needed at the store?
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10-12-2020 05:06 AM
[ the naked emotion on hank's face startles him too, but somehow he knows that better. the part of his lips is replaced by a smile, tender and indulgent, and not a little bit sad. because he knows that what he wants to give hank might be impossible, that wishing for his happiness may not be enough. it should mean something to want it, he thinks. but it doesn't really mean anything to anyone but the people who want it. he can try, and try, and they could still end up empty handed in the end. but it's still worth it to him. to try. to want to. connor moves his hands from hank's sides to frame his face instead, his palms and fingertips cool where they touch his heated skin. the space between them is warm and dark. with the blinds shut, the only light that touches is them is from the sliver of open door over hank's shoulder. his voice, soft, a little rough, comes out tender, then desperate. ] Anything you want. I want to give you everything. I want... I want you to have me.
( Hank feels a great relief wash over him with Connor's desire. It causes his breath to hitch and the emotion to rise once again in his throat. It's thick, and it stings with a hot vapor that rises on his cheeks and mists across his corneas. Hank's lashes close with soft beads of tears between his eyelids. His hands hold onto Connor tightly, and his heart skips a beat. The emotion dislodges, and he chokes on a cry of desire with undertones of sorrow. Tears streak down his cheeks and he reciprocates a confession. ) I love you. I want you to want me to... love you.
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2020-09-11 11:33 am
The Mistext
It wasn't a love letter, it was a to-do list ... what the actual fuck is happening? Get your ass to work.
( Hm. Slightly unexpected, that. ) I don't know, a love letter might give your colleague a wee bit more incentive to get to work on time. ..But to answer your question, I think we might have found ourselves in a 'wrong number' situation, is what's happening.
Gavin, goddammit. I swear to Christ... Just get the supplies and get back here, Fowler is going to have your ass because he sure as shit ain't coming after me
Will he now? He could at least buy a lady a drink first.

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2020-09-14 07:19 pm
What other things keep you occupied? Over 20 years
I write, I dance- anything like that. I like creating things. Do you enjoy it still?
You sound young. I think a part of me still does.

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2020-09-19 08:18 pm
Time? You're not bothering me at all. I'm around all sorts of hours and out of commission for the rest.
Ah, yeah, that makes sense. I just thought I should check. 'Out of commission' has a rather ominous ring to it.
Yeah, I'm pretty fucking mysterious. You into that sort of shit?
I find most mysteries intriguing, if that counts.
2020-09-19 07:31 am
Irish Text
That wasn’t tipsy keysmashing, it was Irish.
'This is the universe telling you to choose a holiday destination'

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2020-09-20 07:01 am
You may be right. How old are you, since we're vaguely on the topic?
53 So, you know, I'm wise and shit.

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2020-09-22 09:21 pm
( He frowns at the photograph of her. She's the kind of beautiful that makes his heart ache. He finds himself staring at her wondering if she's really her or if this was some woman found off a quick google search. He dryly chuckles for a few reasons, the first being that she probably didn't have this response to his fucking photo, and accepts how he looks because he's one old dude - and not a gorgeous old dude at that. The other reason he's laughing is because regardless if this is her, or not, she's in fucking Ireland. What's the harm in being catfished every once in a while? ) Christ, you're a good-looking woman. So, this is when you start reeling me in with your pyramid scheme, or money scam plan.
Aw come on - don't shatter the illusion just yet; I'm still working on my money-grabbing presentation here, you caught me right in the middle of it. I was trying to perfect it for you and everything. Thank you though, you're sweet to say so - and for what it's worth, you're not too hard on the eyes yourself. Sorry mine wasn't a selfie, but I'm not really in a prime photo-taking state right now. These aren't even my good PJ's, for shame.

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2020-09-28 01:37 pm
Yeah, you know what's worse? A boyfriend, the worst... neediest fucking animal you'll ever have. Or have you fostered a few girlfriends before? Or both? I don't know, guys are the worst.
Preaching to the choir there.
This seems less funny than I wanted it to be
Nah, you're fine. Sorry, just reminded me of something is all. What about you? Any partner to speak of?
That bad? Also, no, I'm every bit of a hassle as I say we are, so... no self-respecting woman... I mean, I'm not even an option to be honest... LOL
He was pretty awful, yeah.
( She noticed before when he dodged her compliments, so she gives her next reply a bit of thought. Her initial reaction to almost anyone saying they're 'not an option' is to vehemently disagree, especially when she's been talking to and getting to know them for a little while (the fact that they haven't actually met notwithstanding.) Only, she gets the feeling that won't be well received here. ) I'm inclined to disagree, but then again I've no idea what you've yet to tell me about. You could be the Zodiac killer for all I know. I could see that perhaps being a potential deal breaker for someone.
2020-09-25 12:29 pm
All Things Considered
I'd argue it was a very productive evening, all things considered.
Excellent, and what are you going to do to celebrate?
I don't suppose collapsing in a heap and only vaguely moving for food is a good option?
Why exactly is that not a good option?

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2020-09-26 12:05 pm
I've seen a few of those before, it's not gonna happen to you. Anyway, ordering pizza, drinking, watching your shows, listening to music... all very energy-less endeavors. Over 20 years
( Yikes. That earns the middle distance a rather concerned look and a shudder. ) Music is happening, drinking is tempting, pizza can...probably happen, if I find the will power to make it. That reminds me; what sort of music do you like?

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2020-09-30 04:28 pm
And here I thought you were secretly all over social media. Truly, the surprise is deafening. Sort of envy you though; it does become a bit of a time suck if you let it.
And you know I've already got a demanding job.
Exactly. Maybe put off becoming a social media influencer until things settle a bit.
I like how you threw in "influencer" as if anyone would look to me for anything.
I don't know, I think you might be good to look to for, say...'sarcastic remarks about the state of the world' or 'insults about Gavin'
Well, it's not much... but it's honest work.
2020-10-16 07:44 am
Anonymous
( Usually she ignores anonymous messages or calls (when in doubt, they were usually a scam or just a wrong number entirely). They don't usually include love poems; that bit definitely gets her attention. Whether she believes it's for her or not, she hasn't decided - but she has to respond, surely? ) Some fish can fly, you know. And not all birds can, so...perhaps don't lose hope just yet, whoever this is.
( He's careful to avoid telltale colloquialisms that would peg him for the foreigner in Detroit. He can't deny, but won't admit, a part of him wants her to know who he is. The poem stood out to him with the thoughts of a "pond" being the only real obstacle between them. However, even if the fish learns to fly, there was still a great deal of incompatibility between them. The unyielding forces would never satisfy his fantasies. Reality anchored him while he filled his pond with liquor. ) The only hope I have is for you to know you are loved.
( It's as sad as it is sweet; even if the love in question was only platonic, she'd still want the person to feel like they could tell her. But..this has more weight, so she won't push it. She is incredibly curious though. ) Thank you, whoever you are. I hope you know you are as well.
It's only finger-lengths that I see
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