It only took a few more feet of trodding through the underbrush to finally find his dog, and the closer he got, the calmer Peter felt. Otis was still barking, but now he was close enough to recognize that it didn’t sound like alarm. It sounded like something between 'play!' and 'squirrel!'
Peter realized he was probably spending too much time with only a dog for company.
“Otis! What is it?”
The dog was wagging his tail, guarding the roots of a tree, and as he got closer, Peter saw that it wasn’t actually the tree that got him hyped up, it was the shaggy ball of red fur nestled at the base.
It was a small fox. At least it looked small, but Peter had no idea how big full grown foxes were. It looked small next to Otis.
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17 Jun 2018
The more Hank spoke, the more Connor understood the truth of the situation. The detective’s gruff baritone grated through his chest like churning gravel, and the fluorescent light from the kitchen glistened in his wet eyes. Connor observed the bathrobe, the woolen slippers, and the drawn, exhausted way Hank was breathing.
“You’re sick, Lieutenant.”
Hank was used to the fact that Connor and him couldn’t do much in bed and honestly he was pretty fine with it. The pair had gotten used to Connor blowing Hank and then Hank giving Connor whatever affection he needed in return. It was how the two lived and loved given the fact one of them was a Ken doll below the waist. Hank did feel guilty, he was given so much and yet couldn’t give it in return. If you told Hank when he woke up that morning that he would be fucking Connor in the DPD archives later that same day, he would have laughed. That was exactly what was happening though.
The last time Anderson had pointed a gun at his head he hadn’t been afraid, this time is different
- Part 2 of DBH oneshots
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
06 Jun 2018
Celebrating Connor's birthday starts out as a joke.