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just a tiny thing --- iâve moved hawks to my multi @callainas
    âjoke ! â heralding mirth --- jovial tones caught beneath the upswept winds. plumes of crimson flutter / shiver in anticipation as well-worn boots meet asphalt. a hand rises, fingers spread ---- the show of comfortability between allies ------ a gesture of amiable salutations. thereâs no time wasted between the initial landing & the approach. hawks is upon her faster than a child takes their first breath. pearlescent ivories gleam wide in his apparent excitement. wings shake to dust the still clinging scent of ozone off of them before promptly tucking themselves against the line of his back. kept out of way for those who pass them by. Â
    âi thought that was you ! hey, whats about you & i catch up. my treat !âÂ
@quirkjokesâÂ
      âah. what's with that face?â the moment comes & goes, and still, hawks is barely holding back an amused grin. âcâmon kid, it canât be that bad.âÂ
@oneshockyboi , called.
      âoh, well if it isnât tokoyami. what are the chances?â all things considered, the chances were actually abnormally high, considering the fact that hawks rarely ever stepped foot on yuueiâs grounds. so, here he is. grinning down at his favorite birdman from 1-a. âhow about some lunch --- itâs about that time, right?âÂ
@tenebroum , called.Â
ââ
@bannibrand  / WAS THIS A MEME ?????Â
     sharp tendrils of PAIN lick through the membrane of his left wing. agony bleeding into his system from the ruthlessness of his best friend. oh, he can feel how EACH feather is yanked from their quick beneath her unforgiving fistful. itâs as if she forces the entirety of her weight into the action. digs in and in until thereâs nothing left to latch onto and god, he can even feel the way they twitch under her palm, velvet feathers sluicing between her fingers at his mental command in a means to lessen the building pressure.Â
     he wonât blame her for it. wonât complain.âââbecause admitting or even vocalizing his betrayal could potentially compromise his entire position, and ultimately derail the mission. it really only left one option: endure.Â
     mirukoâs other hand presses flat to the body of his other wing. the warmth of her palm sending an involuntary shudder down the length of his spine; a sensation that had once been elicited in warmth and comfort now only brought forth a sense of foreboding.Â
     hawksâ spine CRACKS. his face suddenly jolted forward as she FORCES HIM face first into the asphalt with a cry of confused ire sharp on her tongue. âWHY? âââHOW COULD YOU, HAWKS?â is seethed into the embrace of scarlet down. absorbed right into their plumage.Â
     he canât answer her, and they both know it. he wonât risk it. but the fact that sheâs using her HANDS instead of pummeling him into the rubble with those legs tells him just how deeply his betrayalâs cut her. his nerves are set aflame as the cartilage fractures beneath the girth of her hand it sinks into his head like cotton. clouding his vision and stealing his breath. but, he takes that too. takes it with a swallowed grunt and a sharp intake of air through his clenched teeth. the abused wing in question quivers beneath her wake as it adjusts.Â
                but heâs had just about enough.
     he breaks her grasp / his wings unfurling to their full length with enough force to shift the cars on the pavement up onto the shoulder. he feels more then sees the release of her bulk on his person, and the second heâs free of her encumbering weight, he SOARS. slinks out from the cage of her hands and into the air. one hand automatically coming to hover above a primary.Â
     he never pulls it. instead, he glosses over her face. catalogs the hurt displayed so bitterly across it, and gives a showy little SALUTE. âwell, this is fun, but canât say iâll be signing up for a second date. catcha ya around!â hawks cheers down at her, as if the past few minutes never happened, and flies off before sheâs the sense to clear the distance between them in a single terrifying bound.Â
 heroprism replied to your post:hi. i'm egg. are you my dad.
heâs your dad. boogie woogie woogie
boogie woogie woogies / @boydazzle @heroprism
hi. i'm egg. are you my dad.
the day hawks became a father at 22 / @boydazzle
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ
hm. i guess so!Â
whipheroâ    /    kayama *Â
A sigh is given before she shoves some pasta in her mouth, swallowing it with only a few chewing motions. âItâs alright. It comes with the job, I suppose. I like to have some time to myself away from work, though; itâs why I have a pseudo-undercover identity at all.â
She placed the fork down on her plate, the fingers on her cheek tapping with thought. âThough, I donât see why you would need me of all people to talk to.â
     âabout that.â  because, wasnât that exactly what he had tracked her down for?  someone who could blend into the run and mill of the crowd. slip out undetected without none being the wiser. he relaxes, wings giving one small flap as theyâre forced to accept his weight in the process. âthe whole reason i looked you up pings back to that reason youâve just given. I canât slip under the radar. never could.â and yeah, he definitely just pointed at the heft of his burden. âso, in short. i need a hear. ------ and advice on something...âÂ
plucks one of his feathers ... !
@boydazzle , oh !Â
      itâs not subtle, and even without his mental link to each feather nestled comfortably against his back, he still would have noticed. not that he minded ------ far from it in fact. hawks turns on a dime, a wing quirking up over the boyâs head, caught red handed ( ha, get it? ), but the look he pins the aspiring hero is nothing but amused.
      ânow, what are you gonna do with that?âÂ
     wings of crimson fold in around them over the moment he lands. a shield erected by mental will, and while he can feel the bite and cut of iron wrought bullets against steeled feathers, they remain nothing more than a plucky annoyance in the wake of it all. hawks grins down at her. a lopsided, absent thing that couldnât light a candle to the sharp prowess of his stance.Â
     he shifts her closer to his chest, a hand finding home against the back of her neck --- cradling her head. âsorry princess, the skies are a mess.â that grin of his slips, and his gaze lands on her beneath the plumage of red securely encasing her. âhow bad?âÂ
@whipheroâ , continued.Â
     he  shifts  --- feathers ruffling;  the only tell of his brief guilt before a hand falls on the back of the chair opposite of her. âwell.â he starts, pulling the object back far enough to take him, wings and all.  & he drops down with a certain grace, and settles right on  in. âi had reached out to U.A. but you know; that went so well.â a pause. âstill, sorry about the random ambush, kayama.âÂ
@whiphero , continued.Â
His favourite food is chicken meat.
Iâm so done .
And I thought he was smaller.. (but he is still smaller than me so welp)
    so he wanted to fly, huh? not that he could or would ever blame the kid for that. not when the act of flying brought forth a sense of freedom. when he flew, he felt at home ---- like he belonged.  hawks grins, and offers the aspiring hero an easy shrug.Â
    âah, well, all you had to do was ask.â  &  with that, those wings of  crimson unfurl / feathers catching the wind as primaries and secondaries ruffle in absent, habitual preparation. âdonât scream.â is really all the warning hawks gives the kid before heâs launching from the ground like a rocket with one mighty flap.
@boydazzle , iâm too lazy to look up the post!Â
      a favor was a favor, and one heralded by a tag-team duo of all might and  eraserhead was one that was incredibly hard to turn down. âmorninâ little lady, you ready for the big day?âÂ
@yunihon , called!
infernoedâ.   /  endeavor *Â
â â- Help yourself.â Itâs strange. He finds that he doesnât have much of an appetite, but is more or less resigned / content toward the otherâs company. Slowly, he sips at his tea before speaking once more.Â
âI DISLIKE being off-duty for so long. Furthermore, I canât stop thinking about that villain. The one they call Dabi. I need to track him down.âÂ
      oh, he does, and thereâs no shame in the way that he drags endeavorâs plate a little closer and happily digs right in with a contented noise.  it was a  MISTAKE  though; because the second he shoves another gratifying bite into his mouth is the same moment in which endeavor decides to open his, and it turns everything  SOUR.Â
      âyouâre lookinâ  good.â hawks comments, even makes it a point to let his gaze linger against  enjiâs face before resigning himself to look elsewhere. he schools his expression into something neutral after that and leans back. his prize now abandoned in quiet disgust  on the table.Â
      â-----yeah, actually about that.â and here he goes, thinking fast, talking even faster. hawks could only hope he wasnât digging his own grave with this, but. âi think youâre lookinâ at it all wrong...âÂ
                   I WILL SEE YOU FALL
grndzerosâ    /   i am an adult kiddo.Â
Katsuki stopped his line of thought and stared at the PRO-HERO with a very serious stare. He did not understand the JOKE, and something in him was getting IRRITATED⌠was it that he didnât feel any professionalism from him ?  ( probably, who knows. )  he knew, it was that. It felt too INFORMAL for his taste.  â Nothinâ, sir. â
well, color him surprised ---- his feathers ruffled even.  considering this was the same kid that needed to be MUZZLED during the sports festival, hawks had expected a much heavier bite. it kinda took the wind right out of his sails. âdoesnât look like nothinâ.â if he could compare it, though, heâd say the kid looked like miruko at the cusp of a rabbit meltdown. âcâmon, let's take a walk. itâll give you a chance to cool off big guy.âÂ