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

[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.]