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]

[ 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.