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The Life and Mind of DamnBlackHeart
This is to help me stay actively writing. So expect to see rants, tips on writing, thoughts on subjects, me complaining of boredom, reviews, anime, movies, video games, conventions, tv shows and whatever life throws at me.
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Detroit: Become Human - Matched (Drabble) |
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Fandom: Detroit: Become Human
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13 (Profanity)
Note: Just a short incomplete drabble. I was aiming for something funny and lighthearted.
Summary: Who decided it was a good idea to mess with Hank?
“Lieutenant, is this you?” Connor asked, turning the computer screen around to show Hank what was on it.
Hank looked up from his computer screen and turned to Connor. His disinterested expression became surprised at what he saw on it. “The ******** is that.”
“It appears to be a dating profile for an online dating site. I did not know you were interested in finding a perfec-”
“I didn’t,” he interrupted, scanning the room. “Who the ******** thought to put me on a dating site?”
“You have 28 matches. The first is a young woman, age 28, lives in Detroit and is looking for a daddy,” Connor said, his face turning confused at the last bit. “She must be mistaken as this is an online dating service.”
“No,” Hank growled, glaring at his coworkers in the office suspiciously. “Delete it.”
Those that overheard Connor tried to muffled their laughter. Hank sighed, waving his hand at them, “******** off.”
A woman entered the office, taking her jacket off and placing it on the back of her chair. Hank’s attention went to her as she headed to the small kitchenette to make herself a cup of coffee.
“Do you have anything to do with this?” Hank asked, as she sat down and taking a sip from her mug.
“With what?” she questioned, raising her eyebrow. “I’ve only just got here.”
“This,” he said pointing at Connor’s computer screen.
She placed her mug down and turned on her computer as she squinted at the back of Connor’s screen. “What is it? You’re gonna have to flipped it around.”
“Allow me to make it easier on you,” Connor said, the small circle on the right side of his temple momentarily changing to yellow as he emailed the link to her. “Check your email.”
Her computer finished booting up and she login in her password and opened up her email.
“Oh, wow..” she mumbled, reading it out loud. “Hank Anderson, 58 years old, 6′2″ ft, born in September 6, Virgo, Detroit born and obviously a Detroit Gear fans, loves dogs and likes a good stiff drink. Also likes metal music such as Knights Of The Black Death and jazz.
She looked at Hank and back at her computer screen.
“I would’ve assumed you did this and were just too drunk to remember it. But if you really did it, it would’ve actually been filled with typos and profanity.”
"You are correct, Detective Roth," Connor said, breaking into Hank's profile. "I can delete it now if you like?"
"Yes!" Hank exclaimed. "You don't need to ask me twice."
"Are you sure?”
“What did I just say? Never mind. Just delete the damn thing already,” Hank said, raising his arms in exasperation.
 DamnBlackHeart · Sun Jul 22, 2018 @ 10:41pm · 0 Comments |
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