WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

[cartesio]

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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Comments

[amburere]

[ 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?

[icariot]

[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?

[amburere]

[ 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. ]

[icariot]

[...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.

[amburere]

[ 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.

[icariot]

[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.

[amburere]

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. ]

[icariot]

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.]

[amburere]

'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. 

[icariot]

[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.

[amburere]

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. ]  

[icariot]

[Hawks meets Dabi's gaze with a sharp one of his own. If that's how he wants it...] You said you didn't want me to "squawk." Gonna have ta sleep or try harder ta keep my mouth occupied.

[The hand on Dabi's chest slides upwards along his neck, thumb pressing into the scarred tissue under his jaw. The pressure increases until Dabi's head finally turns and Hawks breaks the eye contact to mouth along the pulse point.] Unless you're chicken?

[amburere]

Shut up. Can't be the first to tell ya that you're too damn loud— [ His slow uptake on the pressure can be blamed on the liquor, but the decision to crush his lips against Hawks' is purely his own. Several seconds later between a breath, he finds the time to complete his words.] —but I can be the last.

[ Equal parts possessive and murderous is one hell of a mix. And if this is how things are going to go, then Dabi's going to waste no time in shoving Hawks on his back. He should've just done this in the first place. They have the whole night to figure out if either of them capable of backing off, figuratively and literally.

Spoilers: they're not.]