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[velocityraptor]

Type: Text
Sender ID: velocityraptor (Hawks)
To: Everyone
Subject: Hitchhiking
Warnings: Talk of severe bodily harm and maybe a bit of murder.





[ Anyone who happens to have one of Hawks' feathers, either because he gifted it, or they just happened to pick one up, will find that three days ago they darkened a shade or two as the connection to the man himself was cut off - they are now disconnected feathers, and would need to be replaced sometime in the future, if one still wanted one. ]

Hello! Sorry to trouble everyone, but I need a favour.

I'm on Eltrut, and I need a ride to either my crew's island or out to their ship, or something. It's not a rush, but if someone's willing to make the trip I can help out with chores on board, or even pay you if you get me back to my place.

[ Hawks has never, outside of MANTA board requests, set foot on a ship willingly for any length of time, in fact, usually he's flying where he wants to go.]

I appreciate it, thanks.

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[velocityraptor]

[ Keigo smiles behind the mask but he nods, raising his hands in a placating gesture. He's going, he's going.

He really doesn't need that much encouragement. He lets go of Richie and finds his way to the bed, pulls back the blanket and eases himself down on his stomach.

He's out like a light the moment he gives himself permission to fall asleep again. ]

[withermarked]

[ He gently pulls the blanket back over Keigo, since he's mentioned getting cold easily.

After that Faulkner heads back to the break room and... just kind of deflates. He'll sit down in a corner, and take a few minutes trying to pull himself together before he does anything else. ]

[telepathicignorance]

Couch is right there, Dick.

(They'll give him about a minute or so of sitting in the corner before saying that and pointing to the couch.

No, really, Turo made sure the set up was extra comfy to encourage napping. Sit on the damn couch, Faulkner.)

[withermarked]

[ What was it Keigo had him do before? Deep breath, count—

And then Chris talks to him and he's startled, which does actually at least sort of help too. ]

...I know.

[ And yet he tends to go for the floor when he's stressed. For a long moment he thinks about just staying there to be contrary, but then he'll finally get up and move to the couch instead. ]

[telepathicignorance]

Idiot.

(Fuck you for making them care, Faulkner.)

...You tried ruby chocolate yet?

[withermarked]

[ He huffs a little at the first part. He doesn't particularly want his weird stress responses criticised, but he's also too busy being stressed over other things to be too upset. ]

Yeah. It's pretty good.

[ But it seems fancy so he doesn't usually take much. And one of his other stress responses tends to be not eating enough, so despite knowing where the snacks are they hadn't really occurred to him. ]

[telepathicignorance]

Want some?

(They know Turo keeps it around, and they can just buy him more to replace it if it turns out he's unhappy about having it taken.)

[withermarked]

[ He starts to say no, but then he has a feeling Chris is going to insist he eat something even if he doesn't really feel like it... and at least it's chocolate. ]

...Guess I'd have a little.

[ He's absently picking at a loose thread on the couch now. ]

[telepathicignorance]

That's right.

(There's a hint of smugness there. Yeah Faulkner, you weren't getting away from this.

They'll go and grab some ruby chocolate from the breakroom fridge.)

[withermarked]

[ He's less visibly annoyed by that than usual, which should potentially be concerning in of itself. He looks up when they come back though, and he'll reach to take the chocolate. ]

Thanks.

[ As sort of an afterthought before actually breaking off a little corner. ]