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 âurgentâ case. Another android had killed a human not too far from where he lived. Mustâve been Russoâs, 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 couldâve gone through the garage and driven himself to the crime scene but he was still hungover from the day before.Â
âHey, bud,â he greeted, giving the Saint Bernard a loving pet behind the ears âYou doing okay, there? Mind moving out the way for me?â he paused âNo? Very well, then.â
He pulled out his phone and speed-dialed the DPD. Luckily, Chris answered the phone and Hank didnât have to bullshit an excuse for not being there. Chris knew Sumoâs behavior and that once heâd made his mind up, there was no moving him. âCheers, Chris- youâre a real pal.â









