This your way of telling me you don't want me to come in after all? I promise I'm not pulling your leg.
Yeah, from the 50s. Color, though. Forbidden romance, May-December kind of thing.
Please. That green crap you drink every morning looks more likely to do the job. That - protein stuff.
[well, he hopes fiyero likes chinese. he doesn't leave from his post at the door, instead summoning it via an app and sending one of their floor attendants off with a twenty dollar bill to go fetch it. eventually he's got his arms clutched full of two large bags, doing a quick sweep of the floor and nodding at the attendant back at his post by the elevator before nudging the entry to fiyero's suite with his foot.]
It's Hawk. Open up if you're hungry.
[when the door swings back, hawk lifts a bag in each hand with raised brows and the slightest insinuation of a smile.]
Is this gonna fuck up your diet? Actually - don't answer that.
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Yeah, from the 50s. Color, though. Forbidden romance, May-December kind of thing.
Please. That green crap you drink every morning looks more likely to do the job. That - protein stuff.
[well, he hopes fiyero likes chinese. he doesn't leave from his post at the door, instead summoning it via an app and sending one of their floor attendants off with a twenty dollar bill to go fetch it. eventually he's got his arms clutched full of two large bags, doing a quick sweep of the floor and nodding at the attendant back at his post by the elevator before nudging the entry to fiyero's suite with his foot.]
It's Hawk. Open up if you're hungry.
[when the door swings back, hawk lifts a bag in each hand with raised brows and the slightest insinuation of a smile.]
Is this gonna fuck up your diet? Actually - don't answer that.