Alright, I'll trust your judgement. I suppose we could have tried to have the registry corrected, but... paper applications? Someone is making that process drag on purpose. Trying to cause delays
[ Connor doesn't appreciate the attitude concealed in that purposefully problematic system design, nor does he appreciate letting some faceless jerk with a stick up his butt about androids decide how fast he gets access to his own body modification. ]
I appreciate you saying so. You may have noticed, but I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist [ He knows he's making a vast understatement, by the gradual return of mirth to his voice. ] I don't like feeling outside of my element. Uncertain. I'm not accustomed to not understanding what I want.
[ The soft kiss to his hair wraps Connor in a feeling not unlike warm blanket, the same sparkling whimsical joy he felt flare up when Hank had said 'I love you'. It's... almost stupefying. It makes him feel clumsy and weirdly inclined to smile far more than he needs to.
He ponders on this while he climbs into the passenger seat, placing his precious cargo neatly in his lap. He doesn't need to open the package to see through it, to know all the correct pieces have been included. A perplexed expression overtakes him as his fingers idly tap the black polymer edge of the package. ]
It felt... weird [ He finally states, somewhat out of the blue, glancing sideways to Hank with a (mostly) academic curiosity. ] Having to have you sign that, I suppose. Admitting, even frivolously, to some level of... ownership. I was certainly angry. Did... you feel anything aside anger?
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[ Connor doesn't appreciate the attitude concealed in that purposefully problematic system design, nor does he appreciate letting some faceless jerk with a stick up his butt about androids decide how fast he gets access to his own body modification. ]
I appreciate you saying so. You may have noticed, but I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist [ He knows he's making a vast understatement, by the gradual return of mirth to his voice. ] I don't like feeling outside of my element. Uncertain. I'm not accustomed to not understanding what I want.
[ The soft kiss to his hair wraps Connor in a feeling not unlike warm blanket, the same sparkling whimsical joy he felt flare up when Hank had said 'I love you'. It's... almost stupefying. It makes him feel clumsy and weirdly inclined to smile far more than he needs to.
He ponders on this while he climbs into the passenger seat, placing his precious cargo neatly in his lap. He doesn't need to open the package to see through it, to know all the correct pieces have been included. A perplexed expression overtakes him as his fingers idly tap the black polymer edge of the package. ]
It felt... weird [ He finally states, somewhat out of the blue, glancing sideways to Hank with a (mostly) academic curiosity. ] Having to have you sign that, I suppose. Admitting, even frivolously, to some level of... ownership. I was certainly angry. Did... you feel anything aside anger?