C-Virus | Leon Kennedy x Connor Dbh

Chapter 3: Dance Moms

Connor couldn't say his life changed much after the revolution. Androids were paid for their work. That was a plus. And he wasn't at everybody's beck and call. He earned enough from the police work to have his own place, but he preferred to have company. And Hank was pretty damn good company.

The keys jingling at the door alerted the Saint Bernard, who started to bark excitedly. Connor pushed the door open, almost getting knocked off his feet as a furry Sumo pushed against him. Connor scratched that spot behind his ear where he liked, smiling faintly and closing the door behind him. Crouching down and letting the dog lick his face, his tail wagging wildly, he heard a gruff voice coming from the living room.

"Heard about your new assignment."

Patting the dog's head and standing up, Connor walked past the messy entry way, dropping the keys onto the shelf. He didn't mind the mess. It grounded him, reminded him of his artificial humanity. If anything it helped him, showed him the flaws of ordinary people. But he knew the effect it had on Hank. For the old man it was a reflection on his inner turmoil. So Connor helped whenever he could, to keep his mind clear.

"Yes, it would be highly beneficial for my position if this works out."

He heard Hank scoff, "So you're excited about it, huh?"

"I suppose that's the word for it."

The pop of a beer can opening caught Connor's attention, his eyes catching onto the back of his silver head, resting against the beat-up couch. Connor walked up to the coffee table gathering the dishes.

"You don't have to do this, you know?"

"I want to, Lieutenant."

"And don't- agh, do whatever." He waved his hand back, tipping the can into his mouth. Connor obliged, rinsing off the grime from the cheap plates.

"So you got a new partner?" Hank grumbled between sips.

"If you don't mind me saying, I'd rather have you."

"Why, is he a total dickhead?"

"He's a bit difficult. Nothing I can't deal with," Connor replied in a still tone. Hank grunted in response, kicking his feet up on the low table. Truth be told, Leon and Hank shared similarities. Connor figured it would take some time before Leon warmed up to him. Luckily, patience came easy to androids.

"I think I might have seen him by the office. He's the emo guy with the fat ass, right?"

"Emo, yes. The latter is subjective."

"When it's that fat, it's a fact. I mean, he's got an ass that the Kardashians are jealous of."

"I'll trust your opinion on that."

"Yeah, well, I washed a load, it's in the bin by your door. That blue shit is hell to get out."

Connor nodded, starting the dishwater from the adjoining kitchen.

"Hey, let's watch that show... Uh, what's it called? Dance moms?"

"Yes, fascinating insight on human behavior." Connor found a seat next to Hank on the couch, barely avoiding the mystery stains on the left part of the cushion, courtesy of Hank. The man in question fumbled for the remote, switching on the show.

"You know, I never got why they put up with that Abby lady. I would have left the studio at the first sight of her bitch-ass."

They both sat in silence, watching the whiney yet compelling drama unfold. Connor propped his elbow on the armrest, holding his head up.