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Private Catch-all for Cartesio
But what if they ate actual hotwings sometime.
[ How did Dabi wind up here, leaning up against the wall near the #2 hero's door at 4 in the damn morning? Well, it's a story. One that starts with that neither of them really knew where "here" was. Cartesio, yeah, yeah, but it wasn't Japan and given everything that had happened in the past 20 hours or so, it wasn't anywhere in the world they were familiar with either. A warp power stronger than Kurogiri's wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind, but it was the only thing that made sense. Which was hard to come by nowadays—even their quirks weren't functioning properly.
That was how this all started, anyway. Dabi had tested out his quirk briefly with Nine, and it was immediately apparent that something was very, very wrong—it only took him two, maybe three seconds tops to call forth enough fire to completely incinerate a small city block. But here? It felt like he was trying to ignite a spark with damp tinder, which was enough to light a hand sized fireball and nothing more. Least his flames were still the same searing blue, cause he might not have been able to stand if they were red. And at least he wasn't the only one who was dealing with dampened powers. Turns out it wasn't just a barrier or something around this place that made it hard for the winged hero to fly. The number two villain and number hero had both discovered that together after their initial exchange went about how it usually does (after a brief pause to meet with the sheriff), with casual threats overlaid with snark and way too much bravado. So they had tested each other's quirks out, all the time keeping as much intel to themselves as possible like usual. By the time they were done it was far past the dead of night, and snark about being scared of the dark was all but expected when Hawks fluffed up his wings for a completely unrelated reason.
"Not afraid of the dark are you, hero? Or are you just scared that someone's gonna take that idiot up on his offer?"
It wouldn't have surprised Dabi, honestly. Someone was either gonna kill tonight, or it was gonna be a while. Just how those things tended to go. He personally wasn't interested, 'cause he had one boss (who he didn't listen to half the time anyway), and 'cause anyone who trusted the Sergeant was a complete and total moron. None of that was particularly voiced though, passed on in favor of something not helpful in the least.
"You don't need me to hold your hand, do you birdy? Or wing."
But snark begets snark, and when Hawks had indignantly taken him up on that offer he wasn't about to back down. On a day when he was in less of a mood he might have, but it was clear from the entirety of their fight that Dabi was just yearning to control something. That and let his flames burn free on all of the trash here. But one thing had led to another, and somehow a sarcastic offer of hand holding turned into staying the night for faux safety.
...and so Dabi was outside of Hawk's door, holding up the wall while waiting for the pro hero to let himself in through the window. He's already conceded the point of "staying over", he wasn't about to let himself get carried into the other man's room too. That would be stupid. ]
...
That was how this all started, anyway. Dabi had tested out his quirk briefly with Nine, and it was immediately apparent that something was very, very wrong—it only took him two, maybe three seconds tops to call forth enough fire to completely incinerate a small city block. But here? It felt like he was trying to ignite a spark with damp tinder, which was enough to light a hand sized fireball and nothing more. Least his flames were still the same searing blue, cause he might not have been able to stand if they were red. And at least he wasn't the only one who was dealing with dampened powers. Turns out it wasn't just a barrier or something around this place that made it hard for the winged hero to fly. The number two villain and number hero had both discovered that together after their initial exchange went about how it usually does (after a brief pause to meet with the sheriff), with casual threats overlaid with snark and way too much bravado. So they had tested each other's quirks out, all the time keeping as much intel to themselves as possible like usual. By the time they were done it was far past the dead of night, and snark about being scared of the dark was all but expected when Hawks fluffed up his wings for a completely unrelated reason.
"Not afraid of the dark are you, hero? Or are you just scared that someone's gonna take that idiot up on his offer?"
It wouldn't have surprised Dabi, honestly. Someone was either gonna kill tonight, or it was gonna be a while. Just how those things tended to go. He personally wasn't interested, 'cause he had one boss (who he didn't listen to half the time anyway), and 'cause anyone who trusted the Sergeant was a complete and total moron. None of that was particularly voiced though, passed on in favor of something not helpful in the least.
"You don't need me to hold your hand, do you birdy? Or wing."
But snark begets snark, and when Hawks had indignantly taken him up on that offer he wasn't about to back down. On a day when he was in less of a mood he might have, but it was clear from the entirety of their fight that Dabi was just yearning to control something. That and let his flames burn free on all of the trash here. But one thing had led to another, and somehow a sarcastic offer of hand holding turned into staying the night for faux safety.
...and so Dabi was outside of Hawk's door, holding up the wall while waiting for the pro hero to let himself in through the window. He's already conceded the point of "staying over", he wasn't about to let himself get carried into the other man's room too. That would be stupid. ]
...
[The longer this day goes, the more Hawks is sure everything about being in 'Cartesio' will be troublesome. Not only is a major villain here, but the UA student most in conflict with that villain is also here. If it was just one, Hawks wouldn't have had a problem working with them towards leaving here, but with both he gets to play a delicate balancing act that's really going to get old. It doesn't help that their quirks aren't working right. Dabi and Bakugou might have been able to get around their quirks being less functioning with the help of items, or even just being a bit more clever, but Hawks feels stuck. He can work to be more conservative, maybe, but if it comes to a fight there's not much he can do but hope he has enough strength to end it fast.
Jeers about caged birds and clipped wings have never felt more piercing.
The idea of the other tourists, none of whom seem to even know what quirks are let alone possess them, doing something and going along with the Sergeant is lurking in the back of Hawks' mind too. Even if his balancing act is enough to keep the villain and the hero in training on the straight and narrow, is he going to have to watch out for the other people as well? Is he even able too, with the state of his quirk?
Maybe the morning will bring better clarity, though he can't say he's going to get much sleep tonight. He has a "sleep over." It's one way to keep an eye on the villain, that's for sure...even if this was something that spiraled way away from where either of them thought their night would go. It would be 'safety in numbers' as well, though Hawks knows both of them are probably the last people to really need protection at this point.
At least he has a second floor room with a window big enough to come in through. Everyone else should be asleep, but Hawks feels better if he doesn't have to run into anyone in the hallways and explain why he wasn't sleeping. He even offered to give Dabi a lift, though the Look he was shot was a clear enough rejection. The villain doesn't look like he gets a lot of sleep anyway, no one will probably care seeing him walk around.
Once inside it's easy enough to drop his jacket on the bed. He doesn't have any personal effects here besides that, so it's in no time at all that he was at the door popping it open.]
Welcome, welcome. We're all ready to have even more fun, aren't we?
Jeers about caged birds and clipped wings have never felt more piercing.
The idea of the other tourists, none of whom seem to even know what quirks are let alone possess them, doing something and going along with the Sergeant is lurking in the back of Hawks' mind too. Even if his balancing act is enough to keep the villain and the hero in training on the straight and narrow, is he going to have to watch out for the other people as well? Is he even able too, with the state of his quirk?
Maybe the morning will bring better clarity, though he can't say he's going to get much sleep tonight. He has a "sleep over." It's one way to keep an eye on the villain, that's for sure...even if this was something that spiraled way away from where either of them thought their night would go. It would be 'safety in numbers' as well, though Hawks knows both of them are probably the last people to really need protection at this point.
At least he has a second floor room with a window big enough to come in through. Everyone else should be asleep, but Hawks feels better if he doesn't have to run into anyone in the hallways and explain why he wasn't sleeping. He even offered to give Dabi a lift, though the Look he was shot was a clear enough rejection. The villain doesn't look like he gets a lot of sleep anyway, no one will probably care seeing him walk around.
Once inside it's easy enough to drop his jacket on the bed. He doesn't have any personal effects here besides that, so it's in no time at all that he was at the door popping it open.]
Welcome, welcome. We're all ready to have even more fun, aren't we?
[ The fact that this had all gotten away from them and it's not even been a full 24 hours yet is an understatement. Strolling in, and giving the room a quick appraisal. ]
We is awfully optimistic of you, birdie. [ The words are more play than bite, at least compared to how they were earlier. Fighting had dampened most of the fire in his chest to a manageable level, thankfully. Dabi was willing enough to let this night elapse without pinning Hawks up against a wall again (probably). ]
We'll see if you're better company than an insane serial killer and a fanatical lizard. [ No love lost there clearly, and Hawks even gets some small amount of intel for free. Not that Dabi cares in this case, both of those are basically freebies and Moonfish is in Tartarus even. The thought of them both makes him shake his head—who was gonna steer the Vangard while he was here? Mr. Compress probably, and he'd need all the luck he could get. Or fake. It's with the thought of his fellow villains floating through his mind that he assumes a seat on the floor, one leg outstretched into the middle of the room. ]
We is awfully optimistic of you, birdie. [ The words are more play than bite, at least compared to how they were earlier. Fighting had dampened most of the fire in his chest to a manageable level, thankfully. Dabi was willing enough to let this night elapse without pinning Hawks up against a wall again (probably). ]
We'll see if you're better company than an insane serial killer and a fanatical lizard. [ No love lost there clearly, and Hawks even gets some small amount of intel for free. Not that Dabi cares in this case, both of those are basically freebies and Moonfish is in Tartarus even. The thought of them both makes him shake his head—who was gonna steer the Vangard while he was here? Mr. Compress probably, and he'd need all the luck he could get. Or fake. It's with the thought of his fellow villains floating through his mind that he assumes a seat on the floor, one leg outstretched into the middle of the room. ]
[Hawks perches himself on the bed crosslegged, his hands resting on his ankles. He has half a mind to lob a pillow at Dabi and pretend to be some kind of a gracious host, but would rather not risk the pillow. He might need that later.]
Not like we can just leave here, so it's pretty pessimistic of you to not make the most of it. [Hawks has learned that lesson pretty early--making the most of what his life is has been what he's done since he was small.]
If that's what your standards are at, maybe it's a good thing I'm here. Fanatics don't make great conversationalists.[Hawks reconsiders the pillow. Eh, he can find another one if the villain risks it.
Toss.] Don't compare me to your weird lizard. I'm insulted you'd think a Stain wannabe and I are on the same level. [He doesn't really sound offended, but he still doesn't think they're alike at all. Not all animal quirks are created equal, after all.]
Not like we can just leave here, so it's pretty pessimistic of you to not make the most of it. [Hawks has learned that lesson pretty early--making the most of what his life is has been what he's done since he was small.]
If that's what your standards are at, maybe it's a good thing I'm here. Fanatics don't make great conversationalists.[Hawks reconsiders the pillow. Eh, he can find another one if the villain risks it.
Toss.] Don't compare me to your weird lizard. I'm insulted you'd think a Stain wannabe and I are on the same level. [He doesn't really sound offended, but he still doesn't think they're alike at all. Not all animal quirks are created equal, after all.]
[ 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?
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. ]
[ In the grand scheme of things, he's had a hell of lot worse days. Days where his scarred skin wouldn't stop itching, days where the fire that burned inside him threatened to spill over and consume everything. Days even, where he had to corral everyone in the Vanguard to stay on task despite their collective efforts to the contrary.
Today by comparison, was pretty mild. Still, the irritation from today ate at him all the same. He didn't care about being accused, and he didn't care about the insinuation that him and the pro hero were what—fucking? It was nonsense. The thing he had cared about, about keeping the actual nature of their alliance secret, had gone smoothly enough.
So why was he annoyed? Because having to listen to the whining, ranting and wanton selfishness that ensued after Nine confessed reminded him of all the shit he hated about society. The numerous checks didn't help either. He was just in a mood when it got down to it, and after trying to clear his head by walking around he had found himself outside a familiar door.
Knock, knock. ]
Oi Hero, babysitting call. [ Most everyone should be asleep, and if they're not his tone is far from friendly. What villain wouldn't be pissed off about having a hero insinuate that he's watching over him? ]
Today by comparison, was pretty mild. Still, the irritation from today ate at him all the same. He didn't care about being accused, and he didn't care about the insinuation that him and the pro hero were what—fucking? It was nonsense. The thing he had cared about, about keeping the actual nature of their alliance secret, had gone smoothly enough.
So why was he annoyed? Because having to listen to the whining, ranting and wanton selfishness that ensued after Nine confessed reminded him of all the shit he hated about society. The numerous checks didn't help either. He was just in a mood when it got down to it, and after trying to clear his head by walking around he had found himself outside a familiar door.
Knock, knock. ]
Oi Hero, babysitting call. [ Most everyone should be asleep, and if they're not his tone is far from friendly. What villain wouldn't be pissed off about having a hero insinuate that he's watching over him? ]
[Hawks spent more than enough time today lost in thought.
The idea he could have found a way to intercept Nine and Moloch's fight kept circling around, his very own vulture after his peace of mind. It's not the death that's bothering him quite so much, although that's never something to be flippant about, but that he should have been able to prevent this. He has the power, and the reputation, and the lack of other commitments here. There should be nothing that's keeping him from being able to keep the peace.
His body is exhausted from little sleep and long patrols on wings that won't work as effortlessly as he's used to them being, but he still can't sleep tonight.
The knock knock is actually a welcome distraction-- a promise of other things to think about. The voice that follows is almost as gratifying as it is nerve racking.
Dabi keeps him on his toes, which is good for keeping his mind occupied, but he's also probably the person here Hawks has the most solid understanding of, which is very relaxing.]
Coming, coming. [Up off the floor and answering the door with a wave to the room, He waits until the door is shut before continuing.] Make yourself at home. Your pillow is on the end of the bed, feel free to perch there.
The idea he could have found a way to intercept Nine and Moloch's fight kept circling around, his very own vulture after his peace of mind. It's not the death that's bothering him quite so much, although that's never something to be flippant about, but that he should have been able to prevent this. He has the power, and the reputation, and the lack of other commitments here. There should be nothing that's keeping him from being able to keep the peace.
His body is exhausted from little sleep and long patrols on wings that won't work as effortlessly as he's used to them being, but he still can't sleep tonight.
The knock knock is actually a welcome distraction-- a promise of other things to think about. The voice that follows is almost as gratifying as it is nerve racking.
Dabi keeps him on his toes, which is good for keeping his mind occupied, but he's also probably the person here Hawks has the most solid understanding of, which is very relaxing.]
Coming, coming. [Up off the floor and answering the door with a wave to the room, He waits until the door is shut before continuing.] Make yourself at home. Your pillow is on the end of the bed, feel free to perch there.
[ Another late night alone in a bedroom together, another lengthy stare earned by Hawks. Weirdly enough, the welcome does diffuse him slightly (though his tone outside the door was half for show). If he's gonna be called out for the pillow he's sure as hell going to grab it and plop himself down on the end of the bed. Not something he would have done without the goading (intentional or not), but that's fine. And the plushness of the bed is nice too, especially after today. ]
Guess next time I'll just say tadaima. [ Sarcastically of course, but now he might actually do it just to prove a point. A moment to throw the pillow against the wall, fold his arms behind his head and lean back. Comfortable enough, even with his legs hanging off the bed. His boots aren't coming off, but it's not the worst considering he's not laying lengthwise on the bed. ]
That was a show today.
Guess next time I'll just say tadaima. [ Sarcastically of course, but now he might actually do it just to prove a point. A moment to throw the pillow against the wall, fold his arms behind his head and lean back. Comfortable enough, even with his legs hanging off the bed. His boots aren't coming off, but it's not the worst considering he's not laying lengthwise on the bed. ]
That was a show today.
[ This is routine by now, isn't it? Eh, better not to think about it. Dabi doesn't stick around after the executioner was decided—he hadn't expected to be picked but no half measures. Trial was over, and so was that shitty week. Even with his unease towards defending Sting he's in a better mood than he has been in a while. Bakugou's death was a waste, but it simplified things.
So he doesn't think much of stopping by his room and grabbing that bottle of sake he had received after that little field trip this week. He doesn't need it really, but he knows someone who probably does. (...) This was just about squaring up from the last week and hey, drinking after a mission was very much a League thing. This time he doesn't even bother knocking, he trusts that Hawk is expecting hinm by now and of course he doesn't give a damn about being rude. Strolling in and closing the door behind, bottle of high end sake in hand. ]
Tweet tweet, birdie. Got somethin' for you.
So he doesn't think much of stopping by his room and grabbing that bottle of sake he had received after that little field trip this week. He doesn't need it really, but he knows someone who probably does. (...) This was just about squaring up from the last week and hey, drinking after a mission was very much a League thing. This time he doesn't even bother knocking, he trusts that Hawk is expecting hinm by now and of course he doesn't give a damn about being rude. Strolling in and closing the door behind, bottle of high end sake in hand. ]
Tweet tweet, birdie. Got somethin' for you.
[Hawks doesn't stick around either--the whole day he's just had this wretched guilt twisting inside of him. He was the last one to see Bakugou alive, the last friendly at least. He spent hours ineffectually trying to argue with his killer over whether she did it, when she was clearly lying. It came close too, so many of the tourists still didn't believe it was her.
Hawks isn't sure what he would have done, if there hadn't been a correct conviction.
In a twisted way, he was almost happy when Dabi stepped up to the plate, even if ultamitely he wasn't chosen. It wasn't justice like a hero would desire--justice doesn't mix judge, jury and executioner--but it soothed some of the rotten feeling to know Clarisse would get part of what she deserved.
Once the executioner was decided though, Hawks left immediately. He couldn't stand to listen to more talk of the still-living Clarisse or callous chatter about the dead. He makes his way to his room, through the express route.
However long it takes Dabi to meander over, he'll find Hawks at the head of his bed, wings wrapped around his shoulders. There's more than enough room for Dabi to join him on the bed.]
Welcome back, I hope it's better than spoons.
[He definitely heard that conversation earlier, but the delivery is flatter than it'd be any other day. He doesn't plan on putting too much effort into teasing over it either, since it was mostly an attempt at saying something not self deprecating.]
Hawks isn't sure what he would have done, if there hadn't been a correct conviction.
In a twisted way, he was almost happy when Dabi stepped up to the plate, even if ultamitely he wasn't chosen. It wasn't justice like a hero would desire--justice doesn't mix judge, jury and executioner--but it soothed some of the rotten feeling to know Clarisse would get part of what she deserved.
Once the executioner was decided though, Hawks left immediately. He couldn't stand to listen to more talk of the still-living Clarisse or callous chatter about the dead. He makes his way to his room, through the express route.
However long it takes Dabi to meander over, he'll find Hawks at the head of his bed, wings wrapped around his shoulders. There's more than enough room for Dabi to join him on the bed.]
Welcome back, I hope it's better than spoons.
[He definitely heard that conversation earlier, but the delivery is flatter than it'd be any other day. He doesn't plan on putting too much effort into teasing over it either, since it was mostly an attempt at saying something not self deprecating.]
Sake. [ Holding up the bottle and after a second of thought, plopping down onto the bed. He has a feeling he's gonna be here a while, so getting comfortable and therefore sitting crosslegged it is. Sorry not sorry about the boots. ]
Could go and get spoons if you're jealous. [ From the fact that he's settled onto the bed and his tone he's clearly just being snarky. One of them has to be. Sake should help though, so he peels off the seal and screws off the top. Offering any kind of sympathy (and honestly he doesn't feel any about Bakugou, this is just about a job being done in his eyes) is off the table, but he can offer Hawks the first drink. ]
Could go and get spoons if you're jealous. [ From the fact that he's settled onto the bed and his tone he's clearly just being snarky. One of them has to be. Sake should help though, so he peels off the seal and screws off the top. Offering any kind of sympathy (and honestly he doesn't feel any about Bakugou, this is just about a job being done in his eyes) is off the table, but he can offer Hawks the first drink. ]
[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. ]
[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. ]
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.
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.
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.
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.
[Hawks takes a step towards the bed, planning to sit at the head of it before thinking better of it and leaning against the wall. His one hand fidgets with an earring while the other is shoved in a pocket. He's not sure he wouldn't fall asleep if he got too distracted or relaxed next to the villain, as odd a thought as that would have been a week ago.]
I'll be sure to say okaeri properly for you.
[Hawks rises to that challenge easily, and is only slightly slower to respond to the second comment.]
It sure was something. Can't say it was a particularly entertaining show.
I'll be sure to say okaeri properly for you.
[Hawks rises to that challenge easily, and is only slightly slower to respond to the second comment.]
It sure was something. Can't say it was a particularly entertaining show.
[ A low amused sound escapes from his mouth. Good to know that whatever mood they find themselves in, there's always this game they can fall back on. ]
No? Would've thought you'd be used to dealing with tabloid trash. [ Might as well address that part first, not shying away from looking directly at the other man either. ]
No? Would've thought you'd be used to dealing with tabloid trash. [ Might as well address that part first, not shying away from looking directly at the other man either. ]
[That actually startles a chuckle out of Hawks, his wings shaking with the laugh.]
I was a bit more distracted with the implications this was going to repeat, and forgot about that. Can't say it's the worst thing a group has thought about me though. [The worst were the probably back when he first started out as a Pro and didn't have a loyal fanbase. He didn't exactly have UA's reputation behind him, or past footage from a Sports Festival for people to look up.
Dabi isn't exactly hard on the eyes either, so it's better than most "Hero Hawks' New Beau?!" stories that show up.
Wait a second--] You read what the tabloids print about me? I'm blushing.
I was a bit more distracted with the implications this was going to repeat, and forgot about that. Can't say it's the worst thing a group has thought about me though. [The worst were the probably back when he first started out as a Pro and didn't have a loyal fanbase. He didn't exactly have UA's reputation behind him, or past footage from a Sports Festival for people to look up.
Dabi isn't exactly hard on the eyes either, so it's better than most "Hero Hawks' New Beau?!" stories that show up.
Wait a second--] You read what the tabloids print about me? I'm blushing.
[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.
[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 and his ever-present boots are the least of Hawks' worries, though the sake is definitely appreciated.
After Dabi cracks it open, Hawks gratefully holds a hand out to take a drink. His wings shift to the sides, just enough to not be cocooned in them.]
Thanks but no thanks, I like this a hell of a lot better than spoons.
After Dabi cracks it open, Hawks gratefully holds a hand out to take a drink. His wings shift to the sides, just enough to not be cocooned in them.]
Thanks but no thanks, I like this a hell of a lot better than spoons.
The brat took care of that. [ The most credit Dabi is willing to give Bakugou and he's not even around to hear it. Fortunately, he doesn't need to linger on that thought with the new insinuation.
Without missing a beat, he smiles. ]
Oh yeah, I'm the first in line every Sunday. [ His smile curves, wicked and wry. ] I don't even read what they say about me, Hero. And you really need to work on your blush.
Without missing a beat, he smiles. ]
Oh yeah, I'm the first in line every Sunday. [ His smile curves, wicked and wry. ] I don't even read what they say about me, Hero. And you really need to work on your blush.
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