[Open] Old Man Birthdays (belated)

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Who: Hank, you, and the menagerie that is in his housue
When: September 6th
Where: Hank and Connor's house (and Sumo's)
What: Hank celebrates his 'birthday' by trying to enjoy peace and quiet, does not get peace and quiet
Warnings: Hank is made up of 80% alcohol and 20% swears

Septeril sounded pretty damn close to September, as far as Hank was concerned.

Did it really count as having a proper birthday if he'd skipped out on all the summer months? Maybe it was why he didn't take it too seriously when he ended up being 54 in a brand new world. Honestly, after all that had happened, he could have done so much worse. So what if there was a fire breathing dragonfly that somehow got more along with his dog than himself. As long as it didn't try to burn his hair as he used his skills to carefully make himself a hammock out of cord, he eventually tied it to two trees close to the property.

Grabbed a beer, grabbed a book (more magic lessons), he was going to do fuck all today and enjoy every minute of it.

Which is probably why others would easily find him.

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[ishisstrength]

Justine hadn't handled the loss of her housemate and friend very well. It had been Connor who had offered her comfort and a place to stay until she had adjusted. She hadn't approached Hank since then, keeping to Connor's room and hiding from everything, but she wanted too. This was Hank's home too and he'd been kind enough to let her stay without complain. She hadn't thought she deserved that kindness.

Hank was someone she'd met on a handful of occasions. He was an older man and gruff but Justine could sense that there was more to him to that. Connor spoke very well of him and those stories had endeared Hank to her in a way that Justine didn't really understand. Or perhaps it was the Bond. Either way, she felt comfortable approaching him, taking a seat near one of the trees used to support his hammock.

"I hope I am not interrupting. I had hoped that we could talk." Her voice was a little weak and she looked paler than he'd last spoken to her. "It's a lovely day out."

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Hank half-wondered how Connor kept a menagerie of people and creatures around him, even if he knew the answer was "not a gruff old man that possibly scares away children".

He did appreciate the company, even if he didn't always show it (or sort of did, by not complaining). He closed the book sharply as he turned his head towards her.

"Nah it's not like I've got a job to go back too right now." He could even call it early retirement if he wanted. Early retirement where his partner turned into a mercreature. "You been taking care of yourself?"

Says the hypocrite, who had spent the last three years, not taking care of himself.

[ishisstrength]

Justine didn't know how Connor kept so many people close to him but she imagined it had something to do with his openness to accept and protect anyone he came across. He was too trusting and it was very dangerous but she hoped that it went well for him, as it didn't for most.

"As much as I can. Connor is determined to make me." She smiled just a little. "I should thank you for letting me stay here. I know that you and Connor are close but you didn't have to let me. I-" She paused and her lips tilted into a frown. "My home is very empty without my friend. I hope, we are friends too?"

If not unorthodox ones.