Date: 2025-02-14 04:44 am (UTC)
bootyshortsforoldmen: (I told you I’d change)
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Uh huh. Gonna make me suffer through however many hours of — [Hank shoots a cursory glance toward the large screen] — sharks in tornadoes.

[He hopes his sarcasm is coming across, although he knows it’s not exactly endearing — to most people, anyway. But Connor doesn’t really seem like most people.]

Date: 2025-02-23 11:01 am (UTC)
bootyshortsforoldmen: (adrenaline through me)
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Ninety minutes of sharks in tornadoes, huh.

[Hank fakes a sigh. Squeezes Connor’s hand.]

Good thing I’ve got such excellent company, then.

[Which is, perhaps, a tragic attempt at a silly little flirt, because Hank doesn’t know much about Connor. Not beyond the fact that he’s sweet on Hank — for whatever reason.]

Date: 2025-02-23 02:33 pm (UTC)
bootyshortsforoldmen: (and you know that I know)
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[A small smile curls on Hank’s lips as he watches the movie.]

Oh, yeah? Thought the implication was there already.