( as hawks opens it, he's already grinning. the place behind him is open, barely any walls behind him--- what separates the inside from the out are large glass doors. the sunlight streams in, keeping the place pleasantly warm. )
Drinks are over on the counter. Lot of amber stuff, if that's what you're into.
( as he turns, he raises a hand to beckon dabi in. )
he glances behind Hawks, eying the wide open space. This place is like a mansion compared to the places he's been crashing. it's probably night time right now, since dabi doesn't like venturing out during the day if he doesn't have to, especially when he's trying to sneak into a pro-hero's home- but he imagines the sun would stream into those windows quite annoyingly during the day.
he slips inside when Hawks beckons him in, yanking his hood down and removing his mask as he follows, not bothering to remove his boots. ]
I'm into whatever.
[he goes to check it out, lifting up each fancy bottle to take a look at it.]
( then, the lights are definitely bright enough to simulate a setting sun. nothing too bright, but nothing too dim--- and certainly not something purposefully set up to be romantic in any way. but the pro-hero is certainly cheery enough, following behind dabi with pointed interest. it's a wide open living space for sure. )
Manners only mean something when you're around others.
( peeking over the man's shoulder, he looks at the bottles. )
And 'whatever' is what I got.
( then, he moves to over to a single red couch, facing out into the night skies. )
[ Dabi comes over with the bottle and settles down on the couch, kicking his feet up on the expensive looking coffee table, getting mud and dirt on it. oh well.
he takes another long drink from the bottle, then tilts it towards Hawks.]
( said with a shit-eating grin, because the answer is 'probably not', tbh. anyway... he looks at the mess on the table and shrugs. it's not like he expected anything more or less from dabi. besides, it'll be easily cleaned up later.
reaching out, hawks takes the bottle and takes a slightly longer drink. )
Does anything? I don't need much. Just need to be able to see as much of the city as I can at all times.
[ but dabi is starting to figure certain things out. like the looks on keigo's face, even though they're fake ones. the ways his body moves, even if they're lies. and the way his wings move- which always give him away. ]
When I find somethin' impressive I'm sure it'll impress me. Anyways I didn't mean your fancy penthouse, I meant you.
( folding his arms, hawks huffs. the smile on his face is sharp, but not necessarily aggressive. right now, he's just trying to poke and prod dabi. that's all! feel him out without giving back too much, though with the understanding that in order to get better reads... he has to give his own. )
And what else can I do to impress you?
ahhh no worries! it's definitely been a crazy month. i'll back tag forever tho!
[ dabi's trying to poke and prod at hawks too, just in a different kinda way. he wants to see how far he can push. he wants to try and find where the mask begins and ends. ]
Well ya did promise me food, right? Some roasted chicken, or stuffed chicken... somethin' like that.
Your innuendos are shit. I'm actually fuckin' starving, ya know.
[ he is, but he's also curious as to how stuffed hawks really wants to get. are they fucking around? are they flirting? does dabi just want to continue hating this liar's guts?
he does take another long sip from the bottle, though, quirking an eyebrow at hawks' while he gets even more comfortable on the couch.]
'Kay, I'm sittin' back. How you gonna get me to relax?
( how to make someone relax... well, hawks knows a few ways. and those three unasked questions? at the very least, he wants to answer the first two. as confident as he is with his particular way of gaining trust, he's also not completely sure how dabi would take it.
risky. very risky.
liquid courage will probably help, and that's why he yanks the bottle away from dabi and empties it. then after dropping it, letting it thump solidly on the floor, he leans over and promptly kisses the man on the lips. )
[ innuendos are one thing, but action is quite another, and dabi doesn't think hawks will actually have the guts for anything. not when it comes to him. very few do, and it's disappointing, but dabi has gotten over caring about being disappointed anymore.
he raises an eyebrow when the bottle is yanked away, but watching hawks down it is amusing enough. what follows after, though?
risky. very risky.
hawks' lips are cool against his own, and as surprised as he is, dabi doesn't hesitate to kiss back, hand quickly moving into his hair. he curls his fingers into those blonde strands, holding on tight so he can keep hawks' head in place as he kisses him deeper. ]
( he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't absolutely sure he wouldn't get instantly murdered. perhaps this is just one way to show how daring he really is? getting intimately close to dabi, feeling the other's lips against his own... it's scandalous. compromising.
and yet, this is a level of exciting that he hasn't quite had before. nothing approaches it.
as they kiss, he digs his thumbs down into the waist of dabi's pants, giving them a tug. he deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly so that their lips could firmly lock together. )
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( as hawks opens it, he's already grinning. the place behind him is open, barely any walls behind him--- what separates the inside from the out are large glass doors. the sunlight streams in, keeping the place pleasantly warm. )
Drinks are over on the counter. Lot of amber stuff, if that's what you're into.
( as he turns, he raises a hand to beckon dabi in. )
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I got manners.
[ Suuure he does.
he glances behind Hawks, eying the wide open space. This place is like a mansion compared to the places he's been crashing. it's probably night time right now, since dabi doesn't like venturing out during the day if he doesn't have to, especially when he's trying to sneak into a pro-hero's home- but he imagines the sun would stream into those windows quite annoyingly during the day.
he slips inside when Hawks beckons him in, yanking his hood down and removing his mask as he follows, not bothering to remove his boots. ]
I'm into whatever.
[he goes to check it out, lifting up each fancy bottle to take a look at it.]
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Manners only mean something when you're around others.
( peeking over the man's shoulder, he looks at the bottles. )
And 'whatever' is what I got.
( then, he moves to over to a single red couch, facing out into the night skies. )
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[He mutters, opening one of the bottles up and takes a long drink from it. Manners only go so far. He's grown out of them, apparently.]
You ain't drinkin' with me? That's a shame.
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I'm confident in a lot of things.
( and then he turns and beckons dabi over. )
Bring the bottle.
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[ Dabi comes over with the bottle and settles down on the couch, kicking his feet up on the expensive looking coffee table, getting mud and dirt on it. oh well.
he takes another long drink from the bottle, then tilts it towards Hawks.]
So far I ain't really impressed.
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( said with a shit-eating grin, because the answer is 'probably not', tbh. anyway... he looks at the mess on the table and shrugs. it's not like he expected anything more or less from dabi. besides, it'll be easily cleaned up later.
reaching out, hawks takes the bottle and takes a slightly longer drink. )
Does anything? I don't need much. Just need to be able to see as much of the city as I can at all times.
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[ but dabi is starting to figure certain things out. like the looks on keigo's face, even though they're fake ones. the ways his body moves, even if they're lies. and the way his wings move- which always give him away. ]
When I find somethin' impressive I'm sure it'll impress me. Anyways I didn't mean your fancy penthouse, I meant you.
sorry, december is a real month w/ work!
And what else can I do to impress you?
ahhh no worries! it's definitely been a crazy month. i'll back tag forever tho!
Well ya did promise me food, right? Some roasted chicken, or stuffed chicken... somethin' like that.
you're a blessing!
( said with a grin. it's a joke that can easily not be a joke. either way, as he waves airily with one hand: )
Didn't think it'd be smart to cook while drinking, so it's on its way. Thought it'd be nice to sit back and relax while we wait.
<3
[ he is, but he's also curious as to how stuffed hawks really wants to get. are they fucking around? are they flirting? does dabi just want to continue hating this liar's guts?
he does take another long sip from the bottle, though, quirking an eyebrow at hawks' while he gets even more comfortable on the couch.]
'Kay, I'm sittin' back. How you gonna get me to relax?
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risky. very risky.
liquid courage will probably help, and that's why he yanks the bottle away from dabi and empties it. then after dropping it, letting it thump solidly on the floor, he leans over and promptly kisses the man on the lips. )
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he raises an eyebrow when the bottle is yanked away, but watching hawks down it is amusing enough. what follows after, though?
risky. very risky.
hawks' lips are cool against his own, and as surprised as he is, dabi doesn't hesitate to kiss back, hand quickly moving into his hair. he curls his fingers into those blonde strands, holding on tight so he can keep hawks' head in place as he kisses him deeper. ]
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and yet, this is a level of exciting that he hasn't quite had before. nothing approaches it.
as they kiss, he digs his thumbs down into the waist of dabi's pants, giving them a tug. he deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly so that their lips could firmly lock together. )