cartesianism | WEEK 3: April 15th

WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

Third Week

The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.

Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.

Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.

It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Who said anythin' bout just the graveyard? [ If someone woke him up when he's like this, it's highly likely they'd find all of themselves on fire. ]

Maybe the Sergeant will learn he needs to grind to get what he wants. [ He could have phrased that better but meh. Shigaraki's fault he's picked up so many video game terms. ]

I was being generous, hotshot. [At least plan better if you’re gonna do villainous things, Hawks would rather not have two friends (?) dead within a week because they couldn’t stay out of the weird game of this place, please.]

I hope him grinding doesn’t involve even more tourists dying just yet, otherwise I’d rather him remain incompetent. [again, please don’t make his job harder. The bottle gets waved in Dabi’s general direction. His turn, unless he wanted Hawks to finish it for him. ]

Cool, you can be generous for both of us. [ That works, right? Definitely taking the bottle back and finishing it with a single gulp. Tossing it to the side, he deals with enough trash normally to litter just this once. ]

S'ok he wants to keep you 'round for sure.

[Hawks will give a flat look at the bottle being tossed, but make no move to grab it. It's hardly the worst thing littering the graveyard, and he doesn't feel like carrying it around.

His feathers rustle gently when a gust of wind blows through, and Hawks shifts his wings to block any more of them.]

You two talked 'bout me? I'm flattered.

Edited 2018-10-27 01:34 (UTC)

[ Usually he'd play off any real (or fake) interest he has in Hawks, but not tonight. It's got nothing to do with the way he's going to lean closer to those wings to take advantage of that shelter either, naturally.

With all the whiskey, it seems he's a different type of playful. In his best Sergeant impression, he raises the pitch of his voice in imitation. ]

"Tell me all about him". Stupid—like I'd give away anything of mine.

[Hawks gives up any pretenses he had left about not enjoying the closeness and keeping a “safe” distance from the villain when Dabi leans in. He lets his wing fold closer to Dabi until it’s brushing along his shoulder. Still blocking the wind, but close enough to lean on him slightly.

Hawks blinks, taken aback not that Dabi would rebuke the seargent, but that he’d admit to someone about being possessive of hawks. Thankfully he’s not so buzzed as to be silent long.]

I’d be worried you’d been replaced by a changeling if you did give out something just because someone said. [He gives Dabi what’s probably a very stupid grin.] Yours, huh?

[ Buzzed? By this point Dabi would be lucky to be considered plain drunk, that last bit of liquor having pushed him over the edge. He's also entirely done with holding himself in check thanks to a conversation he had earlier in this same spot. Everything was stupid, so stupid and-

That stupid grin. He wants to burn it right off the Hawks face. And honestly that might have been his sole intention when Dabi goes to lean even closer, to growl out a threat, maybe add some fire for show. 'Cept that's not what happens. He hasn't tested out his reflexes or balance in what counts as forever in drinking time, so he overcompensates badly. This isn't so much a lean anymore, as it's more him basically falling over into Hawk's shoulder and chest.

Closer than he was intending, but he's gonna roll with it. And since he's here, he opts to just grab that fluffy collar and yank Hawks even closer until there's scarcely any space between them at all. ]

You sayin' I'm wrong, birdie?

[It's all instinct that has Hawks wrap his arms around Dabi's ribs to catch him--maybe he'll say "to make sure he doesn't slide off Hawks and eat dirt," but he truthfully wasn't thinking that far ahead. What's more, his wings automatically follow the movement, and before Dabi pulls up enough to really get in Hawks' face they're already cocooned very snugly in soft feathers.

Later he might be able to blame it on the booze, but Dabi's eyes, glowing nearly as bright as his flames, mesmerize Hawks. Two rabbit-paced heartbeats pass as Dabi talks and he's barely finished before Hawks closes what distance had been left between them.

Hawks will unabashedly swipe his tongue over his lip when he pulls away, before answering.]

I wouldn't say that.

[ There's a lot of things Dabi should be thinking right now. A lot of things he should be saying right now (well as soon as his mouth is unoccupied). But dutifully following expectations is for heroes. And despite whatever conflicting thoughts he might have in the present or in the future, he knew one thing for sure: he was a villain. Villains did whatever the hell they wanted.

And that includes roughly pulling the hero back closer as soon as Hawks starts to pull away. Mouth to mouth, his staples graze unblemished skin as he speaks. ]

Oh? What would'ya say? [ As much as his questions are a demand, they're ones that'll go unanswered as he presses their lips together again. This time when they part the collar is released from his grip, as he lazily lets himself lean on Hawks fully. ]

[He should have expected the scraping of the staples, but the idea of it and the reality didn’t measure up. It was an intriguing sensation—different than a piercing, for sure. Dabi’s voice and demanding actions break his wandering train of thought.

Hawks is unashamed that his mind slammed to a total halt during the second kiss. It only really starts again when Dabi drapes himself over Hawks—and he realizes they’re still in the graveyard, where any ol’ person could wander in on them. That thought has Hawks pause from where he had started to shift his grip on Dabi’s jacket to go from holding him to standing with him. If Dabi hadn’t...changed his mind? Gotten tired? Passed out drunk? Hawks might have stayed caught up. That’s an unexpected danger, whoops.]

How ‘bout I tell ya in an actual bed, instead’a the ground?

[ Listen it's hard to stay centered when you're more than a few too many drinks in and have just flown past first base with the number two hero. But fine, fine, they're getting up augh—that elicits some grumbling but Dabi will comply. Standing is something he can do (while leaning on Hawks), but moving is a bit more dicey. ]

We're gonna get dirty either way. [ He drawls, clumsily grabbing hold of whatever part of Hawks he can reach in feeble protest. Dabi might need just a little more incentive, but standing is honestly half the battle. ]

[It's a good thing Hawks has more than one set of appendages to lend Dabi, then. He carefully tugs one of Dabi's arms over his neck, then wraps his arm around his waist and that side's wing around his shoulders. It's probably not as useful as another arm would be, since it can't grip, but it can at least help hold Dabi against Hawks while his arm takes the actual weight.

The easiest thing would have just been to carry Dabi on his back, but the wings would be in the way and Dabi's height would become a problem at some point. Maybe not in the beginning, or if it was the only way to actually move Dabi, but in this scenario it probably wouldn't be fun.]

Probably, but the dirt ain't near as fun. [Hawks' voice is amused, edging into challenging. Drag your feet too long, and nobody might be having fun tonight.

He doesn't voice it (yet), but Hawks is sure in the morning Dabi would be happier (less biting?) about being moved to a bed compared to waking up out here. Hawks would be too.]

Ha. Not sure if I believe you, hero. [ Even in this state, Dabi recognizes a challenge when he hears one. That's enough to get him moving, and with Hawk's support he's steady enough. And as much as he has slept on actual dirt before, a bed is definitely better. Especially after a night like this. ]

Better not be all squawk and no...peck. [ He tried. But he's drunk is hopefully a valid enough excuse. ]

[Hawks isn't drunk enough to think that's truly funny, but Dabi being the one saying gets an amused chuckle. Dabi has long legs, so even drunk and needing support they move at a decent speed.]

You should know I give as good as I get, hotstuff.

[There was totally a wink with this statement, but it was probably lost considering Dabi is drunk and Hawks is mostly looking forward]

[ The wink is totally lost, but the words and intonation aren't. Sometimes being drunk ain't such a bad thing. Rather than snark back, Hawks gets a sloppy nip on his neck. Words are hard, and he should probably focus on getting back to the motel too.

Once they're outside, Dabi just kinda stops and stares. Yeah, guess who forgot Hawks room is on the second floor. ]

Why's your nest gotta be all the way up there?

[The nip was unexpected, but thankfully Hawks doesn't falter in walking them back too noticeably, since yes walking is currently a work in progress.

When they stop in front and Dabi points out the room, Hawks chuckles. The question is almost endearing, even if the logistics of getting upstairs to his room and not just stopping on the stairs is a very real problem. Landlocked people smh]

Usually it's convenient. Might be rethinking that a bit now. [A quick once over of Dabi's general unsteady self] You feel more up to stairs or the express route?

[ The last thing Dabi wants to do right now is think hard about anything, so his answer is stupidly blunt and illogical. ]

'm already motion sick. Two negatives are a positive, so. [ That's how that works, right? Right. Time to wrap his arms around Hawks in essentially a hug. He doesn't need to see the ground, thanks. ]

[...Hawks knows what Dabi means, at least, even if that's not 100% how that works. Thankfully, Hawks leaves the window unlocked and ajar for reasons... that aren't this but close enough. Still a good thing to be thankful for at the moment. With a feather sent up to finish opening the window, he wraps his arms around Dabi tightly and carefully starts their ascent. It takes some maneuvering but Hawks manages to get Dabi through the window so he can follow after. He takes an extra moment to make sure Dabi wasn't about to be sick from the ride, before manhandling Dabi onto the bed.]

There, much better.

[ Dabi waits several seconds to wait for the ceiling to stop moving. Eh, close enough. He may be drunk and his reactions may be sloppy, but they're still fast when it counts. Reaching up and grabbing Hawks by that furry collar (thanks for kneeling, cause he's spared sitting up) and pulling him on top of him.

This'll do, for now. ]

No, this is better.

[oof. Hawks wasn't expecting that, especially not after a flight through a window by a motion sick drunk. He wasn't able to cushion his landing much either without basically hitting Dabi, so be glad he didn't try that and that Hawks is light.

Hawks just lays across Dabi for a moment before breathlessly laughing into his neck.]

Yeah, you're right Hotshot. This is way better.

Not sure if I just saw a pig fly cause 'm wasted, or cause we actually agreed on somethin' birdie. Good thing I don't give a shit 'bout basically anything right now. [ Instead Dabi focuses on shifting until their bodies fit together just right. The realization that it's easier than it should be is lost on his liquor addled mind. ]

You’re the one who’s too stubborn to acknowledge a good idea when someone else has one, not me. [Hawks carefully goes along with the maneuvering, settling his wings over them as a makeshift blanket once they were settled. Too much effort to move both of them to get an actual blanket when they shouldn’t really need one.

His head was still near the villain’s neck, and he’s almost tempted to ask about how much he can feel through the scar tissue. His hand even makes an aborted slide several inches up Dabi’s chest in a bid to touch and see, before just letting his hand still. His self-preservation is questionable, not totally absent thank-you-very-much, and that might be a bit too overtly threatening.]

'Tis part of my rebel charm and all. But enough squawking, pretty bird—I didn't let you drag me to your nest just to hear you talk. [ There's some initial tension at the touch (most of the sensation is lost on his scarred skin though oddly pressure isn't), but the liquor helps him shove it down—he wanted contact as foreign as it was. It had been too long, and all the excuses his mind come up with turn into all the more reason he should. Fuck it, figuratively and literally. He moves a hand downwards, giving Hawks behind a not so gentle squeeze. ]

...won't complain if you sing for me, though.

[Hawks had moved to refute that he doesn’t squawk excuse you, (probably going against the conversation’s entire point and starting some kind of argument) when Dabi’s hand registers and he lets out an actual aborted squawk. The wing on that side bats at Dabi’s arm in annoyance. ]

You’re pretty handsy for someone who doesn’t want to start something. Just go to sleep, hotshot.

Who said I didn't? [ Dabi can't be bothered to remember, nor does he care. All he knows is what he wants right now, and that's certainly not just to sleep. Against his better judgement he sits up a bit, jostling their position until their foreheads are touching. Might be romantic in another context but here it's clearly threading the line between volatility and lust. ]

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