[ His limbs don't understand exactly how to operate, and the sated exhaustion that coils around his bones is damn pleased to be indulged. If the ghoul had enough energy left to grouse he would be complaining, without any real heart, about being toted around like either a blushing bride or a sack of flour (he's not sure which metaphor he likes better) but he doesn't. ]
Mmph... definitely the most incriminating part of that blackmail, right here
[ His words are all slurred with lethargy, exceedingly tender with affection. He cuddles right into the crook of Nick's neck and allows himself to be manhandled; it's extraordinarily debonair of the synth to wisk him around from room to room, and Hancock cannot help but feel prodigiously spoiled. His boyfriend is the best boyfriend, clearly. Lookit him here, just killing all the high scores, massacring the scoreboards without breaking a sweat. Because he can't. ]
Good thinkin'... guess I need a hose off
[ Hancock mutters with just a sprinkling of bashfulness across his typical sarcastic humor, as Nick eases him into the fanciest bathtub the ghoul has ever seen in his life. By some miracle of the gods, the taps in this place spit water and even the heating still works, a solid %75 of the time. The piping barely even screeches, as long as you find the right balance between the hot and cold faucets. ]
... Ya think you're waterproof enough to take a soak with me? Already died twice back there, once more would be the definition'a overkill
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[ His limbs don't understand exactly how to operate, and the sated exhaustion that coils around his bones is damn pleased to be indulged. If the ghoul had enough energy left to grouse he would be complaining, without any real heart, about being toted around like either a blushing bride or a sack of flour (he's not sure which metaphor he likes better) but he doesn't. ]
Mmph... definitely the most incriminating part of that blackmail, right here
[ His words are all slurred with lethargy, exceedingly tender with affection. He cuddles right into the crook of Nick's neck and allows himself to be manhandled; it's extraordinarily debonair of the synth to wisk him around from room to room, and Hancock cannot help but feel prodigiously spoiled. His boyfriend is the best boyfriend, clearly. Lookit him here, just killing all the high scores, massacring the scoreboards without breaking a sweat. Because he can't. ]
Good thinkin'... guess I need a hose off
[ Hancock mutters with just a sprinkling of bashfulness across his typical sarcastic humor, as Nick eases him into the fanciest bathtub the ghoul has ever seen in his life. By some miracle of the gods, the taps in this place spit water and even the heating still works, a solid %75 of the time. The piping barely even screeches, as long as you find the right balance between the hot and cold faucets. ]
... Ya think you're waterproof enough to take a soak with me? Already died twice back there, once more would be the definition'a overkill