Jeff frowned at the ball he had just thrown across the park. Some days, Goodyear would fetch it, some days, he would not. Today was a day he would not. “I thought you wanted to play with the ball.” He turned to the dog who just sat at his side. “You were very excited to go out and now you do not want to play?” He regularly talked to Goodyear, even if he knew he didn’t understand everything. He picked that little habit up from Finch.

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Hank actually uses face cream almost daily, except when he's had a really bad night and cannot be bothered to do anything else in the morning besides getting dressed and gulp down a cup of coffee. The kind of face cream he uses is a natural cosmetic one with plant extracts like Aloe Vera.

He also smokes - but not much. He hates the stench of cold cigarette smoke inside his house, so he usually smokes outside when he feels the need to, which mostly happens when he's extremely stressed (physically and/or emotionally). There can be weeks passing without him actually smoking one single cigarette - he's not totally addicted but it does calm him down.

He loves anything chocolate and coffee flavored.

He does take a selfie every now and then with his phone - but usually deletes them right after (he thinks he looks awkward in each and every picture he takes, but he still tries anyway).

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Hank doesn't have many requirements in that regard - being allowed to sleep for as long as he likes probably would be a part of an 'ideal day', but that's not always possible due to him still working. His morning (late morning, brunch, lunch, late lunch, afternoon, early evening, late evening) coffee should also be just strong enough to keep him awake, but also not too strong so he doesn't torture his tongue with that uncomfortable bitter taste it can leave behind when prepared poorly.

Good food is also a major aspect of 'an ideal day' - he doesn't want to be hungry, and he doesn't want to eat something he doesn't like. Comfort food would be a big winner (pizza, chinese food, burger and fries...) but also home-cooked food (lasagna).

Hank would also very much appreciate it if certain asshole-people would just leave him the fuck alone instead of annoying the shit out of him.

Also - watching a Detroit Gears game in the evening (with them winning, of course) while drinking beer and snacking on something savory... That sounds good to him.

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A slow smirk curled at his lips, the expression entirely unnecessary aside from the fact that he wanted Connor to have an idea of what his thought processes were like upon hearing such words, wanted the other to know he was seen in ways he likely wished he wasn't.

"You would know." He murmurs, there is no need for raised voices or pointed gestures, the words themselves sharp enough to cut steel. This thing, as Connor so aptly put it, was inside both of them. It was the storm that drove them. A storm disguised as a rose garden. A garden filled with thorns.

It drove them onwards and though the choices they made remained their own, the storm would rage all the more fiercely in certain situations. It was the very thing that made Connor pull a trigger or jump a fence to race across a highway. The forceful determination to reach their goal regardless of the cost.

There was a reason they had used Connor's base for his development, only Nines was even more relentless.

Maybe walking alone isn't exactly a good idea when you're a well known, one of a kind android in a world that still very much hates androids, is it? Christopher should have probably thought about that, but in his desire for some space he slipped out onto his own and later than he typically allows himself.

Not like he could afford bodyguards or anything like that company had for his protection before his deviation. Things aren't like that anymore. He's on his own now. That being so, he's usually more careful though he's clearly slipped up. It's dark and it all happened so fast. He didn't even see them until the humans were already taking their leave; A bat coated in blue liquid leaving a trail behind them.

Ah, that's what happened.

Next thing Christopher knows, his eyes are opening again in a place far brighter. An audible gasp escapes him as he 'wakes,' eyes wide and a state of panic instantly washing over him. Where is he? What happened? The humans that move to restrain him in his panic aren't helping and his stress levels rise. One would think such a situation would be handled with far more care, but it appears even technicians that exist to repair androids are still strangely unfeeling toward their situation.