If there were more people in the Beach House, that very argument may have happened. However, Miguel mostly stays in the lighthouse, Hector does what Hector does, and Connor has yet to figure out he can claim a room. As is, at least the house is being used.
He noticed that stutter. It takes a moment to figure out why. "I'm aware of Carl Manfred. If he had been in better health, I would have gone to question him about you," Connor said. As is, stress was highly discouraged. Though now that he said it, there's...a thought.
What if it had been Hank?
"He's well enough to be allowed home, but not well enough for an intense questioning. At least on our end. I can't speak for the FBI, but it doesn't seem like anyone else has thought to run your serial number through the system yet." And he hasn't offered it. The FBI would most likely shove him out and make his mission harder given the chance, so he was keeping what cards he could. "It would make sense to give an artist and artistic android. And Kamski would probably think the difference was interesting." There might have been just a slight bit of extra coldness talking about Kamski. He does not have a high opinion of the man.
Connor scowled at the accusation. "Most of it just happened," he said. Which was honestly true. "I met Miguel when he had set the kitchen on fire. With lack of a guardian and uncertain of where I could bring him to be safe with the lack of governmental institutions here, the most logical course of action was to watch him myself. Since he never asked me to leave, there was no problem in doing so." Because he never asked to stay. He just stuck around because Miguel didn't tell him to beat it. "Then when I met Connie, she assumed it was a formal arrangement and then gave me a key and gave me permission to alter the place as need be."
"As for Samurai and Fiona, that was a storm. The guides should have a section on those. A storm made me think I was from a world they're native to, a string of new android officers," Connor said. He was basically Officer Jenny. "And most people in that world had Pokemon to aid in their jobs. Samurai as a police dog and Fiona," and he pulls out a red and white ball and opens it.
And there's a Feebas in his arms. "Helps with watery dangers."
Fiona, despite being a fish, actually smiles and waves a fin at Markus. "She's a very hardy fish. Apparently fish Pokemon are all right out of water for the most part, as long as they don't dry out completely. After the storm, they were still around. They're smart enough to be hurt by rejection and since I had no reason to do so, I....don't."
He has no excuse for the club so he's just going to artfully dodge around that with the fish distraction.
Good luck with the knock knock jokes, he still struggles with puns
He noticed that stutter. It takes a moment to figure out why. "I'm aware of Carl Manfred. If he had been in better health, I would have gone to question him about you," Connor said. As is, stress was highly discouraged. Though now that he said it, there's...a thought.
What if it had been Hank?
"He's well enough to be allowed home, but not well enough for an intense questioning. At least on our end. I can't speak for the FBI, but it doesn't seem like anyone else has thought to run your serial number through the system yet." And he hasn't offered it. The FBI would most likely shove him out and make his mission harder given the chance, so he was keeping what cards he could. "It would make sense to give an artist and artistic android. And Kamski would probably think the difference was interesting." There might have been just a slight bit of extra coldness talking about Kamski. He does not have a high opinion of the man.
Connor scowled at the accusation. "Most of it just happened," he said. Which was honestly true. "I met Miguel when he had set the kitchen on fire. With lack of a guardian and uncertain of where I could bring him to be safe with the lack of governmental institutions here, the most logical course of action was to watch him myself. Since he never asked me to leave, there was no problem in doing so." Because he never asked to stay. He just stuck around because Miguel didn't tell him to beat it. "Then when I met Connie, she assumed it was a formal arrangement and then gave me a key and gave me permission to alter the place as need be."
"As for Samurai and Fiona, that was a storm. The guides should have a section on those. A storm made me think I was from a world they're native to, a string of new android officers," Connor said. He was basically Officer Jenny. "And most people in that world had Pokemon to aid in their jobs. Samurai as a police dog and Fiona," and he pulls out a red and white ball and opens it.
And there's a Feebas in his arms. "Helps with watery dangers."
Fiona, despite being a fish, actually smiles and waves a fin at Markus. "She's a very hardy fish. Apparently fish Pokemon are all right out of water for the most part, as long as they don't dry out completely. After the storm, they were still around. They're smart enough to be hurt by rejection and since I had no reason to do so, I....don't."
He has no excuse for the club so he's just going to artfully dodge around that with the fish distraction.