[Closed] Hank and Vincent’s “date”

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WHO: Hank + Vincent
WHEN: After their inbox thread, sometime before the January mission.
WHERE: Hank’s apartment
WHAT: Vincent is coming over to make Hank dinner...?
NOTES\WARNINGS: alcoholism, consensual strangulation, suicide ideation, threats of violence; discussion of cannibalism, self harm, brainwashing, religion, android bigotry, and Hank’s deceased son. Will add as we go!

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[Hank got a white button-down shirt at Roxx. It’s all he got there, really, figuring Vincent isn’t worth the effort of new pants and a tie. If Vincent wants to complain about Hank’s slacks, they can bicker about that. At least they’re clean. Not drool-stained and covered in dog hair, like his last pair.

For now, anyway.

He still has no idea what sort of food Vincent is bringing over, but he hopes it’s edible because there is nothing in the fridge except eggdog, dancing in an egg carton.

Which Vincent doesn’t need to see. It’s fine.

There’s a drawing of Hank on the front of the fridge, too, which he realizes might be weird. But oh well. It’s the king of weird coming over, anyway.

Hank hasn’t been drinking much, so there aren’t too many beer bottles to clean up. He gives the table and counters a quick wipe-down, since Sumo likes to get his paws on everything. The kitchen cabinets are already drool-stained from when he shakes his head and gets slobber everywhere.

Beyond that, Hank isn’t sure what to do. He sits on the couch, staring at Sumo laying in his doggy bed.]

Yeah, I dunno what the fuck I’m doing either, bud.