[ dabi tilts his head a little when hawks looks back at him, their eyes locking. it's stupid moments like this that get him thinking maybe, and while he usually tries to shove those thoughts away, right now he can't seem to. ]
Right... I remember how sensitive they are.
[he doesn't grin, or smirk, or joke about it. he remembers how wonderfully sensitive they are, and how hawks admitted that to him almost right after they started up this whole thing with each other. his hands move from hawks' front to his back almost instinctively as his gaze moves to the feathers, sliding up until just under the sensitive tufts.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 02:29 am (UTC)Right... I remember how sensitive they are.
[he doesn't grin, or smirk, or joke about it. he remembers how wonderfully sensitive they are, and how hawks admitted that to him almost right after they started up this whole thing with each other. his hands move from hawks' front to his back almost instinctively as his gaze moves to the feathers, sliding up until just under the sensitive tufts.]
They look a little wet. Can I...?