[Connor takes the time in the bath to think. Is he really helping Hank by staying in is apartment? Does he really have any right to continue staying after a mess like this? After all, androids are meant to be helpful and all Connor seems to do is make one mess after another.
He lingers longer than it takes to wash all the frosting off him, allowing himself the moment to continue to dwell. Once he's breathed through all of that, he empties the tub and takes a final rinse from the shower to get the frosting-laced water off of him (and to wipe the green ring off the tub).
He usually would change back into his normal clothes-- his only set-- but they're currently a crime scene of green frosting. Should he ask to borrow some from Hank? Would that just make matters worse? As he picks up his clothes, he frowns at the sheer amount of frosting there.
Seems he'd have to ask after all.
Cracking open the door, he calls down toward the kitchen.] Hank?
frosting lasagna sob
He lingers longer than it takes to wash all the frosting off him, allowing himself the moment to continue to dwell. Once he's breathed through all of that, he empties the tub and takes a final rinse from the shower to get the frosting-laced water off of him (and to wipe the green ring off the tub).
He usually would change back into his normal clothes-- his only set-- but they're currently a crime scene of green frosting. Should he ask to borrow some from Hank? Would that just make matters worse? As he picks up his clothes, he frowns at the sheer amount of frosting there.
Seems he'd have to ask after all.
Cracking open the door, he calls down toward the kitchen.] Hank?