[Hank half-smiles, self conscious, and grabs the bottle - careful to grip the end opposite Cayde’s hand - to take a drink that barely even makes him gasp anymore. Yeah, he knows it’s strong, but at the same time he’d kind of forgot, until he saw Cayde drink it just now, the way you ought to drink rot-gut like this.]
Guy who makes it says he knows what he’s doing and it hasn’t killed me yet, so.
[He shrugs, hesitates, wonders if they’re just drinking for something to do right now or drinking to get drunk, and holds the bottle back out anyway. If Cayde wants to go slower he can just keep the moonshine to himself for a while.]
Seriously though, what does drinking even do to you? I guess it does something, unless you weren’t being straight with me that first night we met, but how does that even work?
‘That which doesn’t kill me’, gotcha. Yeah, I can appreciate that.
[Rambling again, because it lets him stall and drag his heels on answering Hank’s actual question. Unfortunately the few moments he manages to buy himself don’t really help him come up with a suitable reply and so he just exhales slowly, letting his head fall back as he shoots an almost guilty grin over.]
That’s definitely a question. I can’t-
[If he still had lips they’d be pursed at the moment, but instead he settles for an annoyed flicker of the lights in his throat.]
It’s not like I can get shitfaced, believe me I’ve tried. Not on this type of stuff, at least. I’m a robot, remember?
[It’s the first time that he’s used the dreaded ‘r’ word to describe himself since arriving in the Circle. Hank’s one of the few people that haven’t made a huge deal about it, it feels a little more natural to talk about with him.]
That stuff back in, uh, the dream? That’s made for people like me, does something weird to the ol’ processors or something. The stuff we get here? Not as much, but there’s something there. Maybe it’s one of those psychosomatic things, I don’t know. Just feels like the right thing to do.
[He winks, reaching back over to playfully flick the side of the bottle in Hank’s hand with one finger.]
Besides, I was totally being straight and honest with you. You were a riot to hang out with, that’s the important part.
Bullshit you were being straight. You let me make that bet with you under false pretenses, you sneaky motherfucker.
[Hank's voice is low and amused, honestly relieved that he's got something as normal and comfortable to do with Cayde as give the guy shit about this. But that doesn't mean he can't show some sympathy.]
That sucks, though. This is, uh- kind of the only thing getting me through this fucking place.
[He smiles a little to make it sort of jokey, but honestly? He thinks he probably needs to put some clothes back on. Maybe it's being naked that's been making him feel like being so fucking honest. Which probably isn't the right impulse when he also feels like he wants to help Cayde feel - well, maybe not better, but less shitty. Hank can follow one of those two impulses, maybe, or neither of them, but he's pretty sure he can't have both.]
We got a lot of people who know about tech shit here, maybe we can figure something out. You remember anything about the stuff? Like, its chemical makeup or, you know, whatever?
[It's the truth, he can't be blamed if the rules were never completely laid out properly. First rule of bets: take every advantage possible, and if that's giving half-truths then so be it.
But it's- worrying, worrying but understandable, to hear Hank admit that his drinking is what's helping him get by. To be honest, Cayde doesn't blame him in the slightest; being dragged from somewhere so particularly mundane must make all this Circle stuff look practically insane. In fact, Cayde's pretty sure that if he hadn't gone through things like this before back home he'd probably be taking it pretty similarly. In that way, Hank's strong. Strong in a sense that he's kept going, despite everything, even if he's leaning on something else to help him get by.
He's not going to judge. It's not his place. Something something glass houses.]
You do what you gotta do here, and screw anyone that wants to dispute that.
[His hand falls, his fingers winding in Sumo's fur as he absentmindedly pets along the dog's haunch.]
Like, really, I don't think anyone's gonna fault you. There's some weird shit here. And frankly? We all do stuff to get by. I don't think the techy people here are really focused on 'how do we get a robot drunk' though.
[It's a joke, and he winks again before casting his gaze downwards.]
Honestly though? We don't even have microwaves here, I'm thinkin' synthesizing stuff and all that science mumbo-jumbo is way out of reach. Maybe next world we go to will have some tech we can snag and try to steal back, make this place a little more comfortable.
[His hand lifts and then stops as he catches himself, then starts up again to turn the aborted gesture into holding the bottle out toward Cayde again.]
What kinda stuff is it you do to get by, then, if you don't drink? Guess I could use a couple pointers.
[He takes the offer bottle, throwing his head back to down another mouthful. It’s offered back, that’s the polite thing to do, right after. Sharing is caring, isn’t that how it went? Probably.]
Me? I mean, we’re mostly out and about whenever our witch wants us to be, so I guess that’s enough to keep a guy busy. Back here? Me ‘nd-
[If it were possible for him to grimace he certainly would be.]
Me and the kid, Daylight, the missing one? We were makin’ a map of everything around here. Figure it could be useful in the future maybe? It’s something to do. Not sure if I’d recommend it though if you’re not a nature kinda guy, lotta mud and lotta running around.
Hell, if you want to get out and roll around in the mud and muck, I’d- I’d appreciate the company. Means stuff gets done twice as fast if you got two pairs of boots on the ground.
[Is it a weak excuse? It is, but it’s one that he’s going to stubbornly stick with. There’s been a sense of forboding since the realization that not everyone came back, and the less time he spent alone would be for the better. For the better for the both of them, really. Akvos really had….it had changed the dynamic of everything around the Circle and Cayde isn’t a fan.
At Hank’s admission, however, he scoffs, looking over with the most incredulous look that a robot can manage.]
Wait, wait, that other stuff isn’t important- you made him cry?
[Hank looks a little bit amused, sounds a little bit defensive.]
I didn't know he was so- I don't know, sensitive? And he was saying all this- all this weird shit?
[He grimaces, hearing the way that sounds out loud.]
It surprised me just as much as it did you. Some guys don't like hearing an honest opinion, I get that, if I knew he needed kid gloves it woudla gone differently. Uh-
[Well. Okay.]
Maybe it would of gone differently. I don't know. I was kinda-
[He makes a face, shrugs. Yeah, he was having a day and he made a robot cry. It'd just kind of happened.]
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[Hank half-smiles, self conscious, and grabs the bottle - careful to grip the end opposite Cayde’s hand - to take a drink that barely even makes him gasp anymore. Yeah, he knows it’s strong, but at the same time he’d kind of forgot, until he saw Cayde drink it just now, the way you ought to drink rot-gut like this.]
Guy who makes it says he knows what he’s doing and it hasn’t killed me yet, so.
[He shrugs, hesitates, wonders if they’re just drinking for something to do right now or drinking to get drunk, and holds the bottle back out anyway. If Cayde wants to go slower he can just keep the moonshine to himself for a while.]
Seriously though, what does drinking even do to you? I guess it does something, unless you weren’t being straight with me that first night we met, but how does that even work?
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[Rambling again, because it lets him stall and drag his heels on answering Hank’s actual question. Unfortunately the few moments he manages to buy himself don’t really help him come up with a suitable reply and so he just exhales slowly, letting his head fall back as he shoots an almost guilty grin over.]
That’s definitely a question. I can’t-
[If he still had lips they’d be pursed at the moment, but instead he settles for an annoyed flicker of the lights in his throat.]
It’s not like I can get shitfaced, believe me I’ve tried. Not on this type of stuff, at least. I’m a robot, remember?
[It’s the first time that he’s used the dreaded ‘r’ word to describe himself since arriving in the Circle. Hank’s one of the few people that haven’t made a huge deal about it, it feels a little more natural to talk about with him.]
That stuff back in, uh, the dream? That’s made for people like me, does something weird to the ol’ processors or something. The stuff we get here? Not as much, but there’s something there. Maybe it’s one of those psychosomatic things, I don’t know. Just feels like the right thing to do.
[He winks, reaching back over to playfully flick the side of the bottle in Hank’s hand with one finger.]
Besides, I was totally being straight and honest with you. You were a riot to hang out with, that’s the important part.
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[Hank's voice is low and amused, honestly relieved that he's got something as normal and comfortable to do with Cayde as give the guy shit about this. But that doesn't mean he can't show some sympathy.]
That sucks, though. This is, uh- kind of the only thing getting me through this fucking place.
[He smiles a little to make it sort of jokey, but honestly? He thinks he probably needs to put some clothes back on. Maybe it's being naked that's been making him feel like being so fucking honest. Which probably isn't the right impulse when he also feels like he wants to help Cayde feel - well, maybe not better, but less shitty. Hank can follow one of those two impulses, maybe, or neither of them, but he's pretty sure he can't have both.]
We got a lot of people who know about tech shit here, maybe we can figure something out. You remember anything about the stuff? Like, its chemical makeup or, you know, whatever?
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[It's the truth, he can't be blamed if the rules were never completely laid out properly. First rule of bets: take every advantage possible, and if that's giving half-truths then so be it.
But it's- worrying, worrying but understandable, to hear Hank admit that his drinking is what's helping him get by. To be honest, Cayde doesn't blame him in the slightest; being dragged from somewhere so particularly mundane must make all this Circle stuff look practically insane. In fact, Cayde's pretty sure that if he hadn't gone through things like this before back home he'd probably be taking it pretty similarly. In that way, Hank's strong. Strong in a sense that he's kept going, despite everything, even if he's leaning on something else to help him get by.
He's not going to judge. It's not his place. Something something glass houses.]
You do what you gotta do here, and screw anyone that wants to dispute that.
[His hand falls, his fingers winding in Sumo's fur as he absentmindedly pets along the dog's haunch.]
Like, really, I don't think anyone's gonna fault you. There's some weird shit here. And frankly? We all do stuff to get by. I don't think the techy people here are really focused on 'how do we get a robot drunk' though.
[It's a joke, and he winks again before casting his gaze downwards.]
Honestly though? We don't even have microwaves here, I'm thinkin' synthesizing stuff and all that science mumbo-jumbo is way out of reach. Maybe next world we go to will have some tech we can snag and try to steal back, make this place a little more comfortable.
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[His hand lifts and then stops as he catches himself, then starts up again to turn the aborted gesture into holding the bottle out toward Cayde again.]
What kinda stuff is it you do to get by, then, if you don't drink? Guess I could use a couple pointers.
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Me? I mean, we’re mostly out and about whenever our witch wants us to be, so I guess that’s enough to keep a guy busy. Back here? Me ‘nd-
[If it were possible for him to grimace he certainly would be.]
Me and the kid, Daylight, the missing one? We were makin’ a map of everything around here. Figure it could be useful in the future maybe? It’s something to do. Not sure if I’d recommend it though if you’re not a nature kinda guy, lotta mud and lotta running around.
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I don't know, it'd be something. You know. Get me out of-
[He waves a hand at the dim, small room, a corner of his mouth curling up, wry, for about a second. Then his voice lightens.]
You know, I made him cry once? Daylight. First and only time we met.
[He takes a little drink and holds it in his mouth a second, lips pursed, before swallowing and holding the bottle out to Cayde.]
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[Is it a weak excuse? It is, but it’s one that he’s going to stubbornly stick with. There’s been a sense of forboding since the realization that not everyone came back, and the less time he spent alone would be for the better. For the better for the both of them, really. Akvos really had….it had changed the dynamic of everything around the Circle and Cayde isn’t a fan.
At Hank’s admission, however, he scoffs, looking over with the most incredulous look that a robot can manage.]
Wait, wait, that other stuff isn’t important- you made him cry?
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[Hank looks a little bit amused, sounds a little bit defensive.]
I didn't know he was so- I don't know, sensitive? And he was saying all this- all this weird shit?
[He grimaces, hearing the way that sounds out loud.]
It surprised me just as much as it did you. Some guys don't like hearing an honest opinion, I get that, if I knew he needed kid gloves it woudla gone differently. Uh-
[Well. Okay.]
Maybe it would of gone differently. I don't know. I was kinda-
[He makes a face, shrugs. Yeah, he was having a day and he made a robot cry. It'd just kind of happened.]