[ Dabi might call it realistic, but pessimistic is close enough. Hawks can have a win here—the slow blink and how he turns to look at the window should be enough acquiescence. His diverted attention (yeah, yeah he knows how boring it is listen to Spinner talk about Stain this and Stain that) almost causes him to miss the pillow, to where he instinctually lights his hand aflame in response. Well that's a handsized burn mark, but he does dampen his fire pretty much immediately so the pillow does survive. ]
My bad, my bad. [ There's not a hint of genuine apology for the comparison or singed pillow, and the grin on his face wouldn't do him any favors if he did try. ] How ever will I make it up to you?
[....Hawks knew he was probably going to lose that pillow. Oh well. He snorts and waves a hand vaguely in Dabi's direction.] That was supposed to be for you, since you decided to sit on the floor. [politeness dictates you make your guests comfortable, even if their angst has a body count attached to it] If you want to singe your gift, fine by me.
Where the hell else did you want me to sit, your lap? [ Nevermind that he's used to sitting on debris, broken beds, and yes the floor. Really whatever's available as long as there's adequate space. Here, he'll even helpfully gesture with the burnt pillow to the lack of other suitable sitting places in the room. ]
[A scoff and eyeroll] there’s more than enough room on the bed for two people.
[nevermind that they haven’t felt each other out enough quite yet to trust each other not to do something if they stayed that close for the entire night. He likes his feathers and eyebrows where they are, tyvm. ]
[ Relax Hawks, you won't lose any feathers for at least 72 hours. ]
If you're gonna keep talkin' like Toga, you need pigtails. I'm sure she'd have fun with you. [ As much as it was tempting to call Hawks on his bluff(?), the trust bit is definitely in the back of his mind. This floor is just fine, especially with the pillow cause now he's actually gonna use it. ]
Pretty sure you saying that doesn't convince me meeting her needs to happen soon. [His feathers ruffle before settling back down. Whatever Dabi is thinking about with him meeting the other League members would probably just lead to pain for Hawks, and he tries not to seek that out. He's self sacrificing, not a masochist. Absentmindedly Hawks starts preening the feathers of one wing with his hand--a familiar night time routine he hadn't realized he started until his hand was buried in feathers. He's not going to abort the motion so soon after he starts though lest that give Dabi the impression he's nervous.]
I really doubt I'm on the same level as a teenage girl, anyway.
[ Yeah, he's definitely staring at the preening and not being shy about it. But at least he's not saying anything? For now. ]
Higher level than a lizard, and a crazy teenage girl...guess you'd throw the magician in the same category. [ More intense feather gazing, but it's more to buy him some time to think. Just speaking about the Vanguard involved in the expressway incident is fine, though best not to linger on the comparisons too much. At least non-personal comparisons. ]
Number two and number two... here I was thinkin' you reached out to me 'cause I'm the most famous.
[Eat your heart out, Dabi, because the wing is coming forward more so Hawks can reach another spot.]
Nah, I reached out to you because you’re the most interesting. [Thats not exactly a hard statement to make—the Commission knows enough to fill a basic profile on all of the main known League members except “Dabi”. A fire user, the second in command, basic height and physical characteristics, a couple appearances noted, but barely anything else. Not until the incident with Endeavor and the Nomu. Hawks would be hard pressed to find someone that piques his curiosity more.] Okay, maybe I’ll concede that your magician is pretty cool considering his versatility, but still nothing on you.
This all sounds familiar. Fighting, flattering...next is a gift, so don't disappoint me. Least you're better lookin'. [ Its hard to tell with his scars just how serious he's being, but that might just be the whole point. ]
[A wave at Dabi with the hand not straightening out feathers] Does the pillow not count? I'll have to find you something better as a present later.
[If he wasn't already literally preening, Hawks would have metaphorically (and sarcastically) preened at the compliment.] Aww, thanks hotshot. You're not too bad yourself.
[ Dabi's used to banter like this, even if he doesn't usually engage as much, from Toga (and in the past Magne). Not to mention the insinuations are rarely aimed in his direction, and usually the other party's backed down by now. There's no other choice for him to double down, even if the way the staples tug the corners of his mouth is an overcompensation. ]
Think I'm cheap? A pillow doesn't hold up to a Nomu.
[ Maybe he'll learn one day, if it's something he wants to learn at all. That's how they wound up sharing a room together on their first night here to begin with. ]
Thought you heroes were supposed to be good at sharing. Greed isn't becoming of the number two, Hawks.
[Hawks... isn’t quite sure what inspired the laughter—them not being All Might isn’t that funny. He makes a mental note to think on that at some point. Maybe try and make Dabi laugh again too, because he wouldn’t mind hearing that again.]
I’ll take that challenge. I’ll make sure to find you something you can appreciate.
[Something better than a singed pillow and a half way decent conversation, anyway.]
My favorite color is blue. [ Just digging this hole deeper for both of them. Who cares if this is all just bs at this point, cause he doesn't have a favorite color. Just one he hates. But that's a thought he easily pushes aside as he lazily stretches into the wall. In other company, he would sleep right now. In present, well getting completely comfortable isn't the worst. ]
[Getting comfortable is as decent a plan as any. Seeing the villain relax so blatantly has Hawks shift until he can lean against to wall while on the bed as well. This is probably as peaceful a night as they can get, all things considered. The rest of it will probably be just as dull.]
Duly noted. Gotta say it's a better choice than most.
[As partial as Hawks is to the red of his wings, blue is the color of the sky-- of freedom. It's hard to not have that rank above the others.]
Yeah? Maybe you should've gone with peacock instead of Hawks. [ Dabi's not sure if the pro hero thinks his opinion here really matters, if he's that focused on vanity and appearances (hence the lazy jab), or if he's just trying to suck up to him. Either way he's not particularly interested and it's a small wonder why he's continued this conversation for so long without defaulting to his Twice treatment. Must be cause of everything that happened today. ]
Get back to preening yourself birdie, I won't look.
[Hawks scoffs but pulls his wings closer over his shoulders to attempt preening the back. More difficult, but just as necessary. His answers to Dabi meanwhile are barely louder than a mutter.]
You're underestimating how vicious peacocks are. And regardless not sure how well that would fit with my aesthetic anyway.
[ That doesn't quite earn a laugh, but it's close. He'll keep his eyes dutifully glanced towards the window though, cause he said he would. And while a response is easy and tempting (maybe too obvious with ruffling feathers), he stays silent.
They'd have a lot of time to get to know each other here (for better or worse), and Dabi had a lot to think about. ]
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My bad, my bad. [ There's not a hint of genuine apology for the comparison or singed pillow, and the grin on his face wouldn't do him any favors if he did try. ] How ever will I make it up to you?
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[nevermind that they haven’t felt each other out enough quite yet to trust each other not to do something if they stayed that close for the entire night. He likes his feathers and eyebrows where they are, tyvm. ]
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If you're gonna keep talkin' like Toga, you need pigtails. I'm sure she'd have fun with you. [ As much as it was tempting to call Hawks on his bluff(?), the trust bit is definitely in the back of his mind. This floor is just fine, especially with the pillow cause now he's actually gonna use it. ]
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I really doubt I'm on the same level as a teenage girl, anyway.
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Higher level than a lizard, and a crazy teenage girl...guess you'd throw the magician in the same category. [ More intense feather gazing, but it's more to buy him some time to think. Just speaking about the Vanguard involved in the expressway incident is fine, though best not to linger on the comparisons too much. At least non-personal comparisons. ]
Number two and number two... here I was thinkin' you reached out to me 'cause I'm the most famous.
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Nah, I reached out to you because you’re the most interesting. [Thats not exactly a hard statement to make—the Commission knows enough to fill a basic profile on all of the main known League members except “Dabi”. A fire user, the second in command, basic height and physical characteristics, a couple appearances noted, but barely anything else. Not until the incident with Endeavor and the Nomu. Hawks would be hard pressed to find someone that piques his curiosity more.] Okay, maybe I’ll concede that your magician is pretty cool considering his versatility, but still nothing on you.
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[If he wasn't already literally preening, Hawks would have metaphorically (and sarcastically) preened at the compliment.] Aww, thanks hotshot. You're not too bad yourself.
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Think I'm cheap? A pillow doesn't hold up to a Nomu.
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The Nomu wasn't exactly for me either.
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Thought you heroes were supposed to be good at sharing. Greed isn't becoming of the number two, Hawks.
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Hawks laughs and grins at Dabi, his hands stilling briefly in the feathers while he laughed, before continuing once he was through.]
Heroes are human first, you know. We’re not all All Might.
[Not everyone can be a symbol and not a man, afterall. ]
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Oh, I know. [ And then he laughs too, in spite of himself, in spite of everything. The smile on his lips lingers after. ]
Maybe you have a shot at fitting in with us after all. But tell you what. You get me a real gift, I'll get you one 'kay?
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I’ll take that challenge. I’ll make sure to find you something you can appreciate.
[Something better than a singed pillow and a half way decent conversation, anyway.]
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My favorite color is blue. [ Just digging this hole deeper for both of them. Who cares if this is all just bs at this point, cause he doesn't have a favorite color. Just one he hates. But that's a thought he easily pushes aside as he lazily stretches into the wall. In other company, he would sleep right now. In present, well getting completely comfortable isn't the worst. ]
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Duly noted. Gotta say it's a better choice than most.
[As partial as Hawks is to the red of his wings, blue is the color of the sky-- of freedom. It's hard to not have that rank above the others.]
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Get back to preening yourself birdie, I won't look.
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You're underestimating how vicious peacocks are. And regardless not sure how well that would fit with my aesthetic anyway.
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They'd have a lot of time to get to know each other here (for better or worse), and Dabi had a lot to think about. ]