- Whoa! Hey! Argh, Connor, Youre So Disqusting

- Whoa! Hey! Argh, Connor, you’re so disqusting…

kinda looks like theyre arm wrestling

Aww, but they lick you- not your hair. What you just did to him was like a wet willy but scalp edition. Maybe try kisses? Or petting?

I couldn't anticipate the amount of fur that stuck to my tongue after I licked Sumo on his little head.

ever just curl on the couch and stop resisting. Just like, let it eat you. Give it the ability to consume your entire body and you let it happen. ?

Some Connor hobby/interest headcanons:

He would read poetry, but only with Markus. None of it makes sense. His mindset is literally that iconic "things are like other things" text post. "Just say what they mean" - Connor, mad.

Video games are very good. There's a purpose for him, the playable character, and there's an end goal. He's rewarded with upgrades/coin/armour/relationships/skins/milestones/etc.

Calisthenics, the workout, not the dance. Though he doesn't need to "keep in shape" because he's literally just an android, he'd find it stimulating to calibrate his body into holding different balances and learn other coordination skills.

He would hate escape rooms. None of the clues make logical sense and he gets frustrated when his human friends start solving the problems before he does. There's nothing for him to reconstruct. (The place had been wiped down of fingerprints before his group arrived.) The riddles link into his frustration with poetry. "JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN" - Connor, yelling at a bunch of numbers on the underside of a table.

Juggling anything. He started with a coin. Then two coins. Then three. Tennis balls. Knives. Plant pots.