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          ❝Oh, Ta-ke-hi-ko-tan~♫❞ he sing-songs as he flaps down and lands down next to her. Despite the fact that he’s not entirely certain about her course of action, that’s definitely a thing and a conversation to have for another day. Right now, he’s off-duty and wanting to bother the pyro vigilante. If there’s anything he likes doing, it’s playing with fire. ( Did he not learn his lesson? ) But, he just wants to see her face scrunch up, as it always seems to whenever he’s near.

          ❝Say, have you heard of this movie this action flick that just dropped? I heard it’s good. Wanna go?❞

𝕋𝔸𝕂𝔼ℍ𝕀𝕂𝕆 [ homra-no-artemis. ]

          her sigh is strong enough that her entire body seems to fold as air leaves the lungs which had held it. since hearing the telltale beats of his wings she’d stilled / near held her breath where she sat, in the partial nightborn shadow of a guardwall of the rooftop. even so, his eyes are sharp … it would have been little more than luck if he’d passed over her.

          takehiko can tell his intent is to ruffle her, and it’s with some small amount of loathing that she acknowledges he succeeds at that. ( pesky… ) all the same, she’ll take … whatever this is … over his telling her ‘beat it’, as he should be doing for all intents and purposes. if not outright arresting her.

          “…just ‘cause you called me ‘-tan’, absolutely not.” he was like a damn elementary schooler. it goes without saying she would have been quick to turn down the invitation even so. “i’m sittin’ up here to keep away from people, in case that wasn’t clear…. a theater is the last place i wanna be.”

        There’s a slowly growing smirk drawing across his features when she sighs. He turns his gaze toward her, but remains focused on where he’s perched on the railing. Amber irises narrow, sharpening as he watches how her face scrunches in displeasure. However little it is that it does, he can tell he’s succeeded with his nickname. And Hawks takes pleasure in seeing her feathers get ruffled. Ha, get it? Feathers?

        Anyway, he digresses.

        ❝Aw, come on, Takehiko,❞ Hawks says, tilting his head ever so slightly from where he stands crouched on the railing. He drops the honorific altogether, wondering if the next one he says would make her lose her “calm, cool, and collected” look she has for herself. Leaning his chin into the palm of his hand while the other rested against his knee, he angles his face to her. ❝Would it help to tell you it’s a private showing? If you’re not doing anything anyway, we should. And I wanna hang out with my favorite vigilante.❞