text. (to: spire 3 residents)

[camouflage]

If you're uninfected and you need food: I have a backstock of frozen meat from the monster hunt and cans of fruits/vegetables I scavenged months ago. You can have a portion, come to 701.

If you're infected: I will kill you on sight. You'll thank me later.

Comments

[fictionalised]

So then this would be a bad time to tell you that I had baby legs for breakfast.

[ he clearly thinks that was a good one. ]

If you're that desperate for something to do, go ahead. I'm excellent company. [ a pause. might as well take as much advantage of someone offering help as possible... ] You can feed me, while you're at it.

[camouflage]

[hardy har HAR.]

Well, if you try to bite me, I'll make sure you don't. [that's his version of a joke. laugh, hawke.] High-maintenace, I see. Where you want to meet?

[fictionalised]

[ it worked... incredible ]

Unless you're hoping for a romantic setting for our clandestine encounter, I'll come to you.

[ although as long as there's free food he'll eat it by candlelight, hawke was born without the part of the brain that feels shame and has dignity. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[camouflage]

I'll pass, thanks anyway. Come over whenever you want.

[great they'll be best friends, then.]

[fictionalised]

[ hawke doesn't even respond because fuck phones. he somehow takes an hour to get there despite it being in the same spire. KNOCK, KNOCK, boss. the second the door opens he'll hold his hand out, palm up, and say ] Food first.