──┈┈ .⠀ཾ༵ ❛ 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑒 as any d̷e̷v̷i̷l̷. ❜ * 𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱, archer, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, shadowhunter. shadowhunters. dark themes. (n)sfw. ships w / chem. 𖤐 𝒶𝓇𝓉 of the #𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 ༴

𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 have also been discouraged from consuming high amounts of caffeine either way. The shorter shouldn’t be drinking that.

It’s a good thing someone went through the trouble of replacing the contents of that bottle with 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙚. But don’t look at him—Connor was innocent.

Technically speaking, he was an 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙙. However, the threat wasn’t lost on him. And whether or not the boy would succeed in that endeavor—Connor had only wanted to help.

On the contrary, Lieutenant. His calculations display there’s a good probability of Hank’s life being extended if he chose to follow a healthier lifestyle.

If this weren’t the 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙝 time he’s heard that one, it may have evoked a reaction. Death threats lose their novelty. “I’m made of titanium plating. I don’t think you’d be able to carry me, Detective.” He’ll hope the other didn’t take that as a challenge.

Although he’s aware these type of comments fall under what his databanks would supply as, 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧—Connor doesn’t find that amusing. ..He would very much prefer Hank to live a long, happy life.

If an android could sigh—being held at gunpoint by Gavin Reed would be an apt time to do so. He resumed as though unencumbered, “I suppose you could 𝙩𝙧𝙮—though considering your height and body mass I don’t think you’d be very successful.”

He’d been regarding the other with a knit beside his brow—processing, LED flickering amber for a languid beat until finally, “I just think.. you should place more value on your life, Lieutenant.”

“I understand you’ve suffered a loss but that’s simply not true, Hank.” Steadfast, words are defensive in an almost strange sense. Connor stalled then—and when he broke the silence his voice rang smaller, fragile. “Additionally.. what would 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙤 do if you were gone?”

He’ll respectfully disagree.

Oh. Is that his weapon of choice on account of the gun not working last time?

And a cleaning instrument was his first choice because—? He wielded an air of nonchalance, “Good evening to you too, Detective.”

Against ants, maybe—. A single flicker toward the mop and he had its structure analyzed. The results are expectedly underwhelming. “Considering I don’t plan on shutting down anytime soon.. I’d say your question isn’t exactly 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩.”

One can practically taste the venom dripping from the shorter’s bite. At least he’ll commend Gavin on 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮. “I advise against that—for your own well-being, Detective.”

Gavin read that—? He’s going to glide over the fact incapacitating him a 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 time seemed likely. “If you’d read the DPD handbook 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 then you’d be aware that engaging in physical combat of any kind still violates your contract.”