[ He doesn’t have beer? Huh. That’s probably. Good? ]
That works.
[ So he hangs up. And wander along he does. It probably only highlights that the two bodies Hank has seen him inhabit have next to nothing in common in terms of physique. It’s not something Simon generally notices, that he’s smaller in spooky robot form, but the suit makes it pretty apparent.
Unfortunately he doesn’t think to give Hank extra credit for wearing pants right now, either. But it’s cool. Simon’s standards for “fit to leave the house” are also pretty much “pants”. ]
[Hank lifts his head, taking Simon in while he blinks himself out of his half-doze. It's hard not to compare what he's seeing to Simon's 'human' body. He feels weird about it, like it's probably rude or some shit, but it just happens. And of course he notices the height thing.
It's stupid, trying to make sense of it. It's stupid. Simon's - his history, where he came from, it's a big terrible horror show and nothing about that should be nagging at him. He runs a hand down his face, half as an excuse to wrangle his urge to make sense of shit back into one of his many little mental boxes while his eyes too closed to stare, and grunts a hello.]
Good to see you. 's weird, living here should be like being back in a dorm, but it's not. Walls are soundproof I guess, you never really hear anyone. Oh, hey.
[This last is at Sumo, who comes out of Hank's room sniffing, tail wagging, and goes right past Hank to sniff at Simon's leg. Hank keeps talking to him anyway, voice dry.]
Yeah... guess that is weird. I don’t spend a lot of time in mine. Usually. [ Oh hey it’s everybody’s favorite giant. Simon promptly drops to one knee to give Sumo head rubs, if he’ll allow it. If his eyes could light up they would.
Now Hank might as well not exist. Not really, but this is pretty much the best time to have a big ol’ dog around. ]
[Sumo will more than allow it. He leans into it, starting to lean all one hundred seventy pounds of himself against Simon. Hank sets his elbow on a knee and his head against his hand and watches for a moment, then ducks his head and scratches his hand through his hair, looking away.]
Should make you my official dog petter.
[Hank's glad that came out as bland as he wanted it to. That way it can be a joke, and not something he genuinely probably needs. It's not like Sumo's getting the attention from him.]
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That works.
[ So he hangs up. And wander along he does. It probably only highlights that the two bodies Hank has seen him inhabit have next to nothing in common in terms of physique. It’s not something Simon generally notices, that he’s smaller in spooky robot form, but the suit makes it pretty apparent.
Unfortunately he doesn’t think to give Hank extra credit for wearing pants right now, either. But it’s cool. Simon’s standards for “fit to leave the house” are also pretty much “pants”. ]
Hey.
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It's stupid, trying to make sense of it. It's stupid. Simon's - his history, where he came from, it's a big terrible horror show and nothing about that should be nagging at him. He runs a hand down his face, half as an excuse to wrangle his urge to make sense of shit back into one of his many little mental boxes while his eyes too closed to stare, and grunts a hello.]
Good to see you. 's weird, living here should be like being back in a dorm, but it's not. Walls are soundproof I guess, you never really hear anyone. Oh, hey.
[This last is at Sumo, who comes out of Hank's room sniffing, tail wagging, and goes right past Hank to sniff at Simon's leg. Hank keeps talking to him anyway, voice dry.]
Well, hey to you too.
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Now Hank might as well not exist. Not really, but this is pretty much the best time to have a big ol’ dog around. ]
Hey, Sumo.
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Should make you my official dog petter.
[Hank's glad that came out as bland as he wanted it to. That way it can be a joke, and not something he genuinely probably needs. It's not like Sumo's getting the attention from him.]