#hakuchos

[graverider]

“Is it true that to wear a cowboy’s hat is a proposition?” Hallen’s wings flap, curious birdy mind going a little fast. “What if someone asked to wear it? Does it have the same meaning?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * whatever Boothill had been drinking, he chokes on it now at such a question . he expects the agency bird to ask a lot of questions ; she really never stops asking them in the first place . but this question was out of left field . single visible eye fixes on Hallen like rifle sights, & his intimidating, almost oppressive aura seems more amused now .

⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ goodness me, girl ──── you just be sayin' anythin' that comes t' mind, don'cha ? ❜ his words hold a shred of mirth, & when paired with a mouthy set of teeth grinning down at her .. maybe determining his mood was easier said than done .

⠀⠀⠀ * but he reaches up anyway : grabbing the crown of the dark leather accessory . Boothill reaches over, dropping it onto the Halovian's head before giving it a pat to really settle it atop her head . ❛ a cowboy puttin' his hat onna girl means he likes 'er . maybe sum other stuff too, but let's not get our britches blazin' jus' yet, darlin' . ❜

⠀⠀⠀ * tapping her nose lightly with a metal knuckle, a playful gesture that lessens his intimidation quite a bit .

[slewhund]

Hallen has clearly had a long day, which is why she's just nuzzling up to Ashveil's shoulder. "Sorry, can I just...?"

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * he doesn't answer . not verbally, anyway . he answers in the form of looping an arm around her waist, using the cold metal hand to turn her . to pull her to sit safely atop his lap & hold her close . the air in the frigid agency is arctic, but he was always so warm & gentle with her, like curling up to the fur of a canine as it winds around your shaking form .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * silver claws part through her hair as they stroke her head . relax, he tells her, without uttering a single word . i have you .

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[constellaris]

sender kisses receiver's inner wrists. - hallen x mikhail

VARYING KISSES

It was such a simple, soft gesture, something so very befitting of the sweet little Halovian that had become so precious in so little time. A soft chuckle sounded from the feline Archon. Chuckling softly to himself the hand in her grasp moved to gingerly cradle Hallen's cheek, thumb stroking softly as he leaned in to press a kiss against her forehead.

" And just what was that for , hm ~? "

[bezbozhnyy]

@hakuchos liked for a starter.

She seems to be settling in well but there's one way to know with more certainty ——  “ I trust that there have been no problems, ”  they say when Hallen comes to their office.  “ Are your quarters comfortable? Has the food been sufficient? ”

[constellaris]

She chirps softly, stepping closer so she can hide more in the warmth. "It would, thank you." Though now her face feels as though it might be even warmer. Oh boy, someone's nervous...

While he could practically feel the nervousness radiating from her, at the very least it was clear that she found comfort at his side. But admittedly ... They couldn't very well go about normal duties this way. While keeping her under his coat strong arms easily lifted Hallen off her feet, carrying her over to the desk in his office only to sit himself down - placing her upon his lap.

" Have your quarters been keeping you warm enough ? If you find you need anything else , tell me . "

[constellaris]

"Uhm, well." Her face is so warm. "My back wings are freezing and aching from the cold...."

So that was the problem. No surprise, given just how cold it was - more so than usual as of late. He'd have to speak with some of their seamstresses about acquiring some more appropriate coats for her. For now, however, the Harbinger ushered her closer - into the warmth of his own heavy, fur - lined coat.

" Here , we can't very well risk any injury from the cold . Will this suffice for now ? "

[constellaris]

She's hiding her blush behind her earwings with a flutter.

Out goes one gloved hand to gently pet the top of her head.

" Something on your mind , little dove ? "