[ maybe a cool down is all they need- or all hawks needs, anyway. he doesn't want to make this harder on him. he knows how self conscious hawks was about it before, and how damn apologetic... dabi doesn't want that. things are actually good right now.
he reaches out and lights the cigarette with his finger, then snags one for himself and does the same, then starts to walk, assuming hawks will start leading them in the right direction. ]
Has your molt ever come early before?
[ he figures he might as well ask that first since he was curious about it. ]
Also, uh... what do I do with your wings? There's prolly a process, right?
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he reaches out and lights the cigarette with his finger, then snags one for himself and does the same, then starts to walk, assuming hawks will start leading them in the right direction. ]
Has your molt ever come early before?
[ he figures he might as well ask that first since he was curious about it. ]
Also, uh... what do I do with your wings? There's prolly a process, right?