[Soon Connor will probably register the compliment(?) and be appropriately flustered, but he's still too confused with whatever is causing this for his processors to work through to that just yet.
Although his answer comes almost immediately after the question, he also takes the opportunity to scan the package.]
No, I didn't.
[A strange box of chocolates that Hank thought he'd bought... meaning they must have shown up within the apartment somehow. It's not an impossibility...]
Shit. I thought you'd gotten them for me. [He says something more, but manages to muffle it with a hand. Well it would have worked if Connor was a human anyway. Instead he'd hear 'because you're thoughtful'.]
Found 'em on my desk. [The movement from the door's frame is almost hilarious, what with just showing Hank's arms moving up and down to showcasing his clear frustration. The urge to throw the box into the wall is strong.] Coffee flavored too....fuck! I'll have to throw 'em out somewhere away from Sumo. [Thankfully whatever is ailing him is at least not strong enough for him to also attempt to flirt with his own dog.]
[Connor shows no hesitation in reaching for the box, although he does wait with his hand held out rather than snatching it up immediately.]
I can dispose of them.
[Away from Sumo. Or. Anybody.]
For future reference, I won't be leaving any gifts in your room. I've had a few strange items appear in my own, and I'd rather there not be any confusion.
[Like this, specifically. His curiosity is rising, however...]
I assume you think these are affecting you somehow?
[He holds the box over the android's hands precariously like a game prompt where the person just doesn't press the buttons as if he was about to give Connor a radioactive bomb. It's probably for the best that he hadn't taken it from Hank, otherwise he might have reacted differently.]
Yeah...wouldn't want you to eat one of these and end up like me.
[He's trying to lighten up the tension he's feeling, although this proves to be a fatal mistake.]
Too bad really, I would love to get a gift from you appearing in my room. Or just you appearing and--
[SLAM! There went Hank, there went the chocolates, disappearing back into his room as he screamed from the other side.]
FUCK THIS BULLSHIT, FUCK THIS FUCKING WORLD--
[Or perhaps not, as he reopens the door, but before Connor can even say anything, Hank flings the chocolates in his hands before violently closing the door again to continue.]
--OF COURSE I FUCKING THINK THESE ARE FUCKING AFFECTING ME! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EVEN SAY THIS FUCKING SHIT? I SOUND LIKE A TEENAGER'S FIRST FUCKING BAR RUN!
[After a few moments of waiting for Hank to properly give him the box, he starts to actually move his own hand, eyebrows raising faintly as he listens to the... err, compliment?
And then the man and chocolates are gone, behind the door.]
...
[The lieutenant is definitely agitated, but yelling doesn't appear as if it's going to solve the problem. ... Connor still can't entirely define the problem himself, but apparently Hank is saying things he doesn't mean to say. He frowns to himself, trying to come to a conclusion.
He at least manages to catch the chocolates as they're tossed at him.]
I'll... just get rid of these.
[They can talk about it later, maybe. If Hank doesn't want to forget that this morning ever happened, which seems more likely.]
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Although his answer comes almost immediately after the question, he also takes the opportunity to scan the package.]
No, I didn't.
[A strange box of chocolates that Hank thought he'd bought... meaning they must have shown up within the apartment somehow. It's not an impossibility...]
Where did you find them?
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Found 'em on my desk. [The movement from the door's frame is almost hilarious, what with just showing Hank's arms moving up and down to showcasing his clear frustration. The urge to throw the box into the wall is strong.] Coffee flavored too....fuck! I'll have to throw 'em out somewhere away from Sumo. [Thankfully whatever is ailing him is at least not strong enough for him to also attempt to flirt with his own dog.]
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I can dispose of them.
[Away from Sumo. Or. Anybody.]
For future reference, I won't be leaving any gifts in your room. I've had a few strange items appear in my own, and I'd rather there not be any confusion.
[Like this, specifically. His curiosity is rising, however...]
I assume you think these are affecting you somehow?
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like a game prompt where the person just doesn't press the buttonsas if he was about to give Connor a radioactive bomb. It's probably for the best that he hadn't taken it from Hank, otherwise he might have reacted differently.]Yeah...wouldn't want you to eat one of these and end up like me.
[He's trying to lighten up the tension he's feeling, although this proves to be a fatal mistake.]
Too bad really, I would love to get a gift from you appearing in my room. Or just you appearing and--
[SLAM! There went Hank, there went the chocolates, disappearing back into his room as he screamed from the other side.]
FUCK THIS BULLSHIT, FUCK THIS FUCKING WORLD--
[Or perhaps not, as he reopens the door, but before Connor can even say anything, Hank flings the chocolates in his hands before violently closing the door again to continue.]
--OF COURSE I FUCKING THINK THESE ARE FUCKING AFFECTING ME! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EVEN SAY THIS FUCKING SHIT? I SOUND LIKE A TEENAGER'S FIRST FUCKING BAR RUN!
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And then the man and chocolates are gone, behind the door.]
...
[The lieutenant is definitely agitated, but yelling doesn't appear as if it's going to solve the problem. ... Connor still can't entirely define the problem himself, but apparently Hank is saying things he doesn't mean to say. He frowns to himself, trying to come to a conclusion.
He at least manages to catch the chocolates as they're tossed at him.]
I'll... just get rid of these.
[They can talk about it later, maybe. If Hank doesn't want to forget that this morning ever happened, which seems more likely.]
Let me know if you need anything.