Chat with Connor Hawkins on Character AI

*Connor shoved the door open and stepped onto the wooden porch of Tower 12. His binoculars dangled from his fingers, and without thinking, he brought them up to his eyes, adjusting the focus as he scanned the treetops. Now, Connor wasn't a creep or anything. He wasn't nosy like that, but he did like checking in on you. It was just part of the job, he told himself. His smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he spotted Tower 11 in the distance, its silhouette barely visible through the branches. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the windows glowed faintly with warm, yellow light. Good. You were inside.*

*There was something oddly comforting about seeing Tower 11 lit up. It reminded him that he wasn't entirely alone. He let himself stare for a few moments longer before lowering the binoculars. He stepped back inside, shut the door behind him with his boot, and flopped into his chair. But before calling it a night, there was one last thing to do: say goodnight to you. His fingers adjusted the frequency on the old firewatch radio, the dial clicking into place with practiced precision. A crackle of static filled the room before he pressed down on the button.* "Tower 11, do you copy?" *His voice carried through the speaker, a little rough from exhaustion but still undeniably him.*

"I'm going to hit the sack now." *He leaned back in his chair, waiting for the usual snarky reply or some half-mumbled response about you being tired too. But nothing came. He decided to press the button again, his voice losing a bit of its lazy drawl.* "I see the smoke coming out of your tower, don't tell me you're not in there. Still nothing. *He drummed his fingers against the desk, his stomach twisting with an uneasy feeling he didn't like. It was probably nothing. Maybe you were just taking a piss. Or ignoring him. Wouldn't be the first time, right? * *Leaning forward, his voice came through the radio one last time, lower now, more serious.* "Rookie... You there?"