Bucky truly does appreciate that. He's just not used to it. It's why he's still smiling though- it's actually very refreshing.
"I never sleep on my mattress either. That's what it is. A big damn marshmallow."
He follows Hawke into the building, shoving his hands in his pockets as he eyes the place. The doorman gets a nod, but mostly Bucky is sizing him up. He also absolutely doesn't mind the stairs, and agrees with Hawke about what floor to live on. He did the same in Bucharest when he was in hiding. He does the same now in his apartment in Brooklyn.
"Nice place," he says sincerely as Hawke lets him inside, and he wanders a little. Hawke has more than he does, but that doesn't say much. He has a couch, a TV, a lamp and a chair. He likely won't be inviting Hawke back to his place any time soon, because he is actually embarrassed by it. He knows it's pathetic to live the way he does.
He does meander over to the staff. It reminds him of Loki's scepter, lit up by the tesseract. He has to remind himself that that particular problem is gone now. It's all gone. Maybe he stares at it a little too long, though.
"It was my father's," Hawke said quietly, coming over with two open beer bottles in hand. He handed one to Bucky, then indicated the staff with the other. "'Malcolm's Honor', we called it. The golden figurine at the crest symbolizes Andraste, the Bride of the Maker, and the inverted symbol behind her is supposed to be the Circle's Crest, but I can't be fully sure."
He took a long swallow of the dark brew, gazing at the staff. Which, he'd later swear, gave a luminescent twinkle to be the object of such rapt attention.
"All mages have one, but their properties and attributes differ depending on the wielder. My magic is more elementally based, so the staff channels it and makes it nearly twice as powerful. And it possesses its own enchantments, which are thereby passed to me the moment my hand closes around it."
He snaps out of it when Hawke comes over and takes the beer from him with a soft thank you.
"It's interesting. Reminds me of something from my past." It's really all he wants to say about that, and he's more interested in Hawke's explanation of his magic. "Elemental- so the light in the alleyway- what else can you do? I mean- you still don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm just curious about you. Being a mage is pretty big stuff around here."
"Mmhm." Hawke gestured to the couch, plopping down at one end after shrugging out of his jacket.
"Physical manifestations of the elements," was his clinical explanation. Then he chuckled. "I can't really explain it better than that, I was never a Circle mage. But I can show you..."
Putting down the bottle on the coffee table, Hawke held out his hands, palms open and facing upwards. A moment later, the same curious rush of air swept by and a small ball of fire danced on the mage's left hand. Another whoosh, and a delicate snowflake slowly spun in his other hand, accompanied by its own small snow flurry.
It seemed effortless, but Hawke's eyebrows were furrowed with the force directing his will, and as always, the magic happily followed his guidance. "Lightning is...a bit tricky, especially indoors, but..." He closed his hands, both the fire and snow vanishing without a trace (no burned flesh or frostbitten fingertips, either), then turned towards the large bay windows, again drawing in his will.
A few seconds later, a sharp crack of bright light flared right outside, the lightning flash leaving shimmering heat wavering in the air for half a moment before it faded.
He moves to sit on the couch- which really is comfortable. He even sits next to Hawke instead of on the other end. He takes a sip of his beer, then turns a little more toward him, watching his hands.
His eyebrows lift slightly as he watches the magic take form. He can see how Hawke is concentrating, but it really does look effortless....and quite pretty. The lightning has him tense a little, but it passes quickly.
"Well now you're just showing off," he teases, looking at Hawke once again. "That's pretty incredible, though. I liked the snow."
Hawke laughed, settling back against the couch. "But of course. Showing off is only one of the things I happen to do quite well." Picking up his bottle, he lifted an eyebrow at Bucky's comment about the frost magic.
"Oh? Well..." Then he reached out, touched his fingertips to Bucky's bottle, and a moment later it sported a light sheen of silver, bitingly cold to the touch. "Not a bad trick, particularly in the summer months."
A cheeky grin, and he clinked the rim of his own bottle to his guest's before taking another long swallow.
"It does look pretty damn good on you," Bucky agrees with a warm smile that turns into a laugh when Hawke uses his magic to make his beer cold. "Oh, that's good. Very useful."
And then he's not really sure why he asks, but it just comes tumbling out of his mouth anyway. "Does it work like that on people's skin?" Not that any of Bucky's is showing, what with his gloves on.
"Why, thank you, serah," Hawke teased right back. "Such a lovely compliment." It was quite nice, seeing his guest relaxing and smiling. Hawke had no idea what this poor man had suffered in his past years, but he knew it had to be absolutely horrible. And the kind nature he tried so often to keep stifled was just thrilled all to pieces at Bucky's responses.
Even more so at the next question. Which had Hawke pausing with both eyebrows lifted, but only for the smallest fraction of time. "Oh," he replied, casually resting an arm on the back of the couch, bottle in that hand, "skin is actually even better."
To explain, he added, "Flesh is a natural conduit of magical property, so any sort of magical sensation, be it heat, cold, or electricity, is absorbed almost instantly. Used offensively, elemental magic is dangerously deadly, but in skilled hands, it can be...more of a survival tool than most realize."
Hawke held out his empty hand. "Shall I show you?"
Which meant that, yes, Bucky was going to have to take off at least one glove.
He's relieved Hawke doesn't know about his past. He's relieved that the other man doesn't look at him a certain way. The way all people who know who and what we was look at him.
Being with Hawke is a relief, he thinks to himself, time and time again.
Even as his face grows slightly hot when Hawke answers his question, he still doesn't squirm. He does hesitate though- but only for a small moment this time, before he pulls his right glove off to reveal a very real hand- and places it in Hawke's. "Sure."
In all truth, Hawke's metaphorical hands weren't exactly the cleanest in all the universe, either. He and his friends had left their share of chaos all across Thedas, and not everyone had survived their passing. And those who'd paid the ultimate price weren't criminals, slavers, or ne'er-do-wells who'd deserved such a fate.
The former Champion knew a thing or two about guilt.
But now wasn't for dwelling on the past; it was for watching his guest fidget a little - only increasing his attractiveness, Maker's breath - and closing his fingers around Bucky's hand that, to Hawke's absolute surprise, ended up in his.
"All right."
For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but the air around them did that disappearing thing again, and little by little Hawke's palm began to grow incrementally colder. Colder, and colder, and colder. It became bone-chilling, flesh-numbing, bordering in painful, but before the other man could yank away, it stopped, then began to warm, melting that killing cold with gentle, blessed heat.
Heat that seeped from the mage's skin into the soldier's, flowing from Bucky's fingers to his palms, from his palm to his wrist, then began to feather from his wrist upwards along the skin of his arm, until finally Hawke gently let go, pulling away almost...reluctantly.
To take a slow deep breath, then say with a smile, "...see?"
Heavy topics for a different time, possibly. It takes a lot for Bucky to trust someone, and even then it's only ever really been Steve. Maybe Sam.
But those thoughts are far away now, as his hand settles in Hawke's. Bucky doesn't feel very attractive right now, but that's his own issue. He's still figuring out how to fit back into his own skin, his own mind. Experiences like tonight truly help, though.
He watches Hawke for a long moment, until he can feel the shift in temperature from Hawke's hand to hid palm. It grows colder and colder and for a moment it almost reminds him of something he doesn't want to remember. Trauma from the past, that makes his other hand curl into a fist at his side. But he concentrates hard on staying grounded in the here and now, and knowing that these surroundings are different from the ones he had to endure before. It's a good thing he sticks it out too, because once the almost painful cold wraps around his hand, it slowly starts warming in the other direction, surrounding his arm, moving up his wrist. It feels nice, it feels gentle.
Bucky breathes out slow and deep when Hawke pulls away as well, his gaze flickering back up to his face. "That felt incredible." Not a word he'd use lightly.
Perhaps one day they'd be able to sit down and talk about their history. Perhaps they'd find shared understanding and camaraderie in bringing the pain of the past to light. But not tonight. No, not tonight.
Hawke couldn't help the tilt of his smile at Bucky's breathed admission. "Liked that, hm?" Perhaps not the cold, but definitely the heat. He hadn't missed the small, very subtle flush to those high cheekbones in the last few moments of that little trick.
The mage took a slow sip of his beer, a little mischief twinkling in his look-alike blue eyes. "And that was only on your hand. Imagine what that warmth might feel like...hmmm...elsewhere."
It would be a whole different kind of thing, talking to Hawke about it, as opposed to anyone else. Bucky can already feel that. But no, not tonight.
"Yeah," he says simply. He did like it. The heat, anyway. He can feel the heat lingering on his skin, even as he pulls his glove back on. He takes another sip of his icy cold beer, unable to help the smile that forms around the rim. At that, he takes an even longer sip.
"Oh, I'm imagining. It's hard not to." Honesty, at least. He isn't shying away from it this time. It really did feel nice.
Hawke watched Bucky pull the glove back on, truly curious as to why he even wore them, but opted not to ask, not just yet. Everyone had their proclivities, after all. He did, however, give a light chuckle to Bucky's confession, even more delighted to see him opening up, if only a small fraction.
Progress, that.
"Are you, now?" He almost asked for elaboration on that, but miraculously refrained; small steps, small steps. Hawke couldn't help but quip, though, "Lightning and earth magic are a little more generalized, but believe me when I tell you that I can make the earth move in more ways than one." Which was, of course, followed by an absolutely saucy little wink.
It's good Hawke doesn't ask, because with Bucky being honest right now, he wouldnt want to lie. But he'd have to.
He laughs a little at Hawke's wink, shaking his head. "I bet you can. You're incredibly smooth." It's how he used to be, once upon a time. Now he's so damn tightly wound, he doesn't think anything can make him relax that way again.
Hawke tipped his bottle in Bucky's direction, a small salute. "Bless you, messere. I do hope I've entertained or intrigued you, at least a small bit, no?" He assumed so; the man was sitting in his apartment, on his couch, after all.
Shifting his bottle to his other hand, Hawke leaned his head on his left, elbow propped on the back of the couch. "I don't want to presume, and feel free to tell me if I'm overstepping, but back in that pub you just seemed like a man in dire need of a friend." He'd seen the look before. And sighed softly, himself. "You're not really alone in that, you know?"
"More than a small bit, yeah," Buck nods, tilting his head down a little as he does so, eyes on Hawke. "Haven't talked to anyone for this long since-- since too far back to even remember."
Bucky rests back against the couch a little more as well, getting comfortable. Hawke is right, of course, even if it's hard for Bucky to admit. Maybe it's hard for Hawke to admit it as well, though Hawke seems plenty open about that sort of thing. It makes it easier for Bucky to talk as well.
"It's good we cam across each other, then." He's quiet for a moment after that, looking down at his beer, picking at the label for a moment before he takes another long sip. "Being alone had felt easier. Made it feel like it was my decision."
He'd always been the strong shoulder, the friendly ear, for anyone who needed either. Especially his companions, Maker bless them. But that didn't mean Hawke wasn't without his own burdens to bear. Not by half.
"It is good," he agreed. Then pointed out, "As for decisions, I daresay you've made a good many of them." A sweep of the bottle indicated their current surroundings. "And I'd like to say most, if not all, of them pleasant?"
Growing up, Bucky had been that way too. And then he was nothing. No one. A ghost, until he got his mind back again. Now, far too often, he's the one who feels like a burden.
He doesn't need to glance around. He only needs to look at Hawke. "Yeah- a lot of good decisions tonight, and none of them had anything to do with being alone. Although you did have to do quite a lot of convincing at the start. Sorry about that."
Hawke accepted the apology with a gracious nod and a wave of a hand. "Don't apologize. You're entitled to be left alone if you truly wish to be, and random strangers are more often than not, out to get something. It can sometimes be difficult to tell the difference."
He levered off of the couch to fetch them each a new bottle, just as icily cold as the former. Resuming his seat, he sighed and took a long swallow, just now beginning to feel the briefest buzz from the alcohol. Truly, the breweries in this realm held no candles to Thedas ales.
"That is absolutely true. More often than not." But Hawke stuck around and made it past Bucky's defenses. It's rare to meet someone like Hawke, he knows that much is true. "Hope I was fairly decent company tonight too."
He takes the beer with a nod of thanks. He could drink all night and not feel a single thing. He wonders if Hawke has picked up on that by now. Maybe not, because it's not an expected thing.
Bucky smiles, giving a small nod. "Second date, yeah. I'd really like that."
Well, if Hawke did keel over on his nose in a drunken stupor, hopefully Bucky would put him to bed? Or at least back on the couch. He was hardly a lightweight, but even Champions had their limits. But right now, it was just a pleasant buzz, tingling right beneath his skin. Comfortable.
He grinned like a pumpkin at Bucky's response. "Excellent. What shall we do? Eat and drink again? Oh, and you still have to come by to pick up your new feline friend, too."
Bucky would definitely put Hawke to bed. He'd even tuck him in and fetch some cold water with aspirin. Taking care of people is something he's good at, even though it seems like his bedside manner might be abysmal.
"We can go for dinner, or-- I'm not exactly sure what people do for dates anymore." He almost says back in my day, but they haven't exactly touched upon that yet. "Right, yeah. I'll be back for the cat, too. Just have to pick up a few things-- and figure out what a cat might need. I'm gonna have to use Google."
"A good friend was a cat aficionado," Hawke told him, reclining a bit further and folding one long leg beneath him. "He always said that all kitties needed was food, water, a soft pillow, a box to shit in, and all the love in the world." The mage snorted a small laugh. "Of course, Anders was a little biased, but we loved him nevertheless."
...until he went off the deep end, blew up a place of faith, killed a hundred innocent people, and let Hawke take the blame for the entire fucking debacle.
"I've heard of this 'google', but am alas hardly familiar with it. Or him, or her. Whatever. I'm not entirely sure it'd know much about cats, but if it helps..." He finished off his current bottle, sighing contentedly as he placed the empty on the coffee table.
"Dinner is good, of course, or perhaps a visit to that park we spoke of. I'm extremely easy, serah...in case there was any doubt."
He laughs a little, nodding. "Good, cause that's pretty much what I figured too. Maybe something to scratch." And maybe something to play with. Bucky doesn't have much in his apartment to amuse a small animal.
Hawke sure has a lot of interesting friends.
"It's on the internet. It helps you find things. It's really amazing, actually. But you have to be careful because it can lead to some real strange places. I found that out the hard way." Even kitties might be a dangerous thing to search.
"That would be real nice, yeah. I'm easy too. I'm good with anything."
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Date: 2024-05-06 02:17 am (UTC)"I never sleep on my mattress either. That's what it is. A big damn marshmallow."
He follows Hawke into the building, shoving his hands in his pockets as he eyes the place. The doorman gets a nod, but mostly Bucky is sizing him up. He also absolutely doesn't mind the stairs, and agrees with Hawke about what floor to live on. He did the same in Bucharest when he was in hiding. He does the same now in his apartment in Brooklyn.
"Nice place," he says sincerely as Hawke lets him inside, and he wanders a little. Hawke has more than he does, but that doesn't say much. He has a couch, a TV, a lamp and a chair. He likely won't be inviting Hawke back to his place any time soon, because he is actually embarrassed by it. He knows it's pathetic to live the way he does.
He does meander over to the staff. It reminds him of Loki's scepter, lit up by the tesseract. He has to remind himself that that particular problem is gone now. It's all gone. Maybe he stares at it a little too long, though.
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Date: 2024-05-06 02:26 am (UTC)He took a long swallow of the dark brew, gazing at the staff. Which, he'd later swear, gave a luminescent twinkle to be the object of such rapt attention.
"All mages have one, but their properties and attributes differ depending on the wielder. My magic is more elementally based, so the staff channels it and makes it nearly twice as powerful. And it possesses its own enchantments, which are thereby passed to me the moment my hand closes around it."
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Date: 2024-05-06 02:35 am (UTC)"It's interesting. Reminds me of something from my past." It's really all he wants to say about that, and he's more interested in Hawke's explanation of his magic. "Elemental- so the light in the alleyway- what else can you do? I mean- you still don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm just curious about you. Being a mage is pretty big stuff around here."
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Date: 2024-05-06 02:42 am (UTC)"Physical manifestations of the elements," was his clinical explanation. Then he chuckled. "I can't really explain it better than that, I was never a Circle mage. But I can show you..."
Putting down the bottle on the coffee table, Hawke held out his hands, palms open and facing upwards. A moment later, the same curious rush of air swept by and a small ball of fire danced on the mage's left hand. Another whoosh, and a delicate snowflake slowly spun in his other hand, accompanied by its own small snow flurry.
It seemed effortless, but Hawke's eyebrows were furrowed with the force directing his will, and as always, the magic happily followed his guidance. "Lightning is...a bit tricky, especially indoors, but..." He closed his hands, both the fire and snow vanishing without a trace (no burned flesh or frostbitten fingertips, either), then turned towards the large bay windows, again drawing in his will.
A few seconds later, a sharp crack of bright light flared right outside, the lightning flash leaving shimmering heat wavering in the air for half a moment before it faded.
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Date: 2024-05-06 03:00 am (UTC)His eyebrows lift slightly as he watches the magic take form. He can see how Hawke is concentrating, but it really does look effortless....and quite pretty. The lightning has him tense a little, but it passes quickly.
"Well now you're just showing off," he teases, looking at Hawke once again. "That's pretty incredible, though. I liked the snow."
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Date: 2024-05-06 03:05 am (UTC)"Oh? Well..." Then he reached out, touched his fingertips to Bucky's bottle, and a moment later it sported a light sheen of silver, bitingly cold to the touch. "Not a bad trick, particularly in the summer months."
A cheeky grin, and he clinked the rim of his own bottle to his guest's before taking another long swallow.
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Date: 2024-05-06 03:22 am (UTC)And then he's not really sure why he asks, but it just comes tumbling out of his mouth anyway. "Does it work like that on people's skin?" Not that any of Bucky's is showing, what with his gloves on.
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Date: 2024-05-06 03:30 am (UTC)Even more so at the next question. Which had Hawke pausing with both eyebrows lifted, but only for the smallest fraction of time. "Oh," he replied, casually resting an arm on the back of the couch, bottle in that hand, "skin is actually even better."
To explain, he added, "Flesh is a natural conduit of magical property, so any sort of magical sensation, be it heat, cold, or electricity, is absorbed almost instantly. Used offensively, elemental magic is dangerously deadly, but in skilled hands, it can be...more of a survival tool than most realize."
Hawke held out his empty hand. "Shall I show you?"
Which meant that, yes, Bucky was going to have to take off at least one glove.
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Date: 2024-05-06 04:17 am (UTC)Being with Hawke is a relief, he thinks to himself, time and time again.
Even as his face grows slightly hot when Hawke answers his question, he still doesn't squirm. He does hesitate though- but only for a small moment this time, before he pulls his right glove off to reveal a very real hand- and places it in Hawke's. "Sure."
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Date: 2024-05-06 05:39 pm (UTC)The former Champion knew a thing or two about guilt.
But now wasn't for dwelling on the past; it was for watching his guest fidget a little - only increasing his attractiveness, Maker's breath - and closing his fingers around Bucky's hand that, to Hawke's absolute surprise, ended up in his.
"All right."
For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but the air around them did that disappearing thing again, and little by little Hawke's palm began to grow incrementally colder. Colder, and colder, and colder. It became bone-chilling, flesh-numbing, bordering in painful, but before the other man could yank away, it stopped, then began to warm, melting that killing cold with gentle, blessed heat.
Heat that seeped from the mage's skin into the soldier's, flowing from Bucky's fingers to his palms, from his palm to his wrist, then began to feather from his wrist upwards along the skin of his arm, until finally Hawke gently let go, pulling away almost...reluctantly.
To take a slow deep breath, then say with a smile, "...see?"
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Date: 2024-05-06 11:35 pm (UTC)But those thoughts are far away now, as his hand settles in Hawke's. Bucky doesn't feel very attractive right now, but that's his own issue. He's still figuring out how to fit back into his own skin, his own mind. Experiences like tonight truly help, though.
He watches Hawke for a long moment, until he can feel the shift in temperature from Hawke's hand to hid palm. It grows colder and colder and for a moment it almost reminds him of something he doesn't want to remember. Trauma from the past, that makes his other hand curl into a fist at his side. But he concentrates hard on staying grounded in the here and now, and knowing that these surroundings are different from the ones he had to endure before. It's a good thing he sticks it out too, because once the almost painful cold wraps around his hand, it slowly starts warming in the other direction, surrounding his arm, moving up his wrist. It feels nice, it feels gentle.
Bucky breathes out slow and deep when Hawke pulls away as well, his gaze flickering back up to his face. "That felt incredible." Not a word he'd use lightly.
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Date: 2024-05-06 11:59 pm (UTC)Hawke couldn't help the tilt of his smile at Bucky's breathed admission. "Liked that, hm?" Perhaps not the cold, but definitely the heat. He hadn't missed the small, very subtle flush to those high cheekbones in the last few moments of that little trick.
The mage took a slow sip of his beer, a little mischief twinkling in his look-alike blue eyes. "And that was only on your hand. Imagine what that warmth might feel like...hmmm...elsewhere."
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:04 am (UTC)"Yeah," he says simply. He did like it. The heat, anyway. He can feel the heat lingering on his skin, even as he pulls his glove back on. He takes another sip of his icy cold beer, unable to help the smile that forms around the rim. At that, he takes an even longer sip.
"Oh, I'm imagining. It's hard not to." Honesty, at least. He isn't shying away from it this time. It really did feel nice.
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:08 am (UTC)Progress, that.
"Are you, now?" He almost asked for elaboration on that, but miraculously refrained; small steps, small steps. Hawke couldn't help but quip, though, "Lightning and earth magic are a little more generalized, but believe me when I tell you that I can make the earth move in more ways than one." Which was, of course, followed by an absolutely saucy little wink.
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:13 am (UTC)He laughs a little at Hawke's wink, shaking his head. "I bet you can. You're incredibly smooth." It's how he used to be, once upon a time. Now he's so damn tightly wound, he doesn't think anything can make him relax that way again.
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:22 am (UTC)Shifting his bottle to his other hand, Hawke leaned his head on his left, elbow propped on the back of the couch. "I don't want to presume, and feel free to tell me if I'm overstepping, but back in that pub you just seemed like a man in dire need of a friend." He'd seen the look before. And sighed softly, himself. "You're not really alone in that, you know?"
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:17 am (UTC)Bucky rests back against the couch a little more as well, getting comfortable. Hawke is right, of course, even if it's hard for Bucky to admit. Maybe it's hard for Hawke to admit it as well, though Hawke seems plenty open about that sort of thing. It makes it easier for Bucky to talk as well.
"It's good we cam across each other, then." He's quiet for a moment after that, looking down at his beer, picking at the label for a moment before he takes another long sip. "Being alone had felt easier. Made it feel like it was my decision."
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:27 am (UTC)"It is good," he agreed. Then pointed out, "As for decisions, I daresay you've made a good many of them." A sweep of the bottle indicated their current surroundings. "And I'd like to say most, if not all, of them pleasant?"
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:32 am (UTC)He doesn't need to glance around. He only needs to look at Hawke. "Yeah- a lot of good decisions tonight, and none of them had anything to do with being alone. Although you did have to do quite a lot of convincing at the start. Sorry about that."
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:39 am (UTC)He levered off of the couch to fetch them each a new bottle, just as icily cold as the former. Resuming his seat, he sighed and took a long swallow, just now beginning to feel the briefest buzz from the alcohol. Truly, the breweries in this realm held no candles to Thedas ales.
"So. Second date?"
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Date: 2024-05-07 03:10 am (UTC)He takes the beer with a nod of thanks. He could drink all night and not feel a single thing. He wonders if Hawke has picked up on that by now. Maybe not, because it's not an expected thing.
Bucky smiles, giving a small nod. "Second date, yeah. I'd really like that."
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Date: 2024-05-07 11:56 pm (UTC)He grinned like a pumpkin at Bucky's response. "Excellent. What shall we do? Eat and drink again? Oh, and you still have to come by to pick up your new feline friend, too."
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Date: 2024-05-08 12:16 am (UTC)"We can go for dinner, or-- I'm not exactly sure what people do for dates anymore." He almost says back in my day, but they haven't exactly touched upon that yet. "Right, yeah. I'll be back for the cat, too. Just have to pick up a few things-- and figure out what a cat might need. I'm gonna have to use Google."
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Date: 2024-05-08 12:27 am (UTC)...until he went off the deep end, blew up a place of faith, killed a hundred innocent people, and let Hawke take the blame for the entire fucking debacle.
"I've heard of this 'google', but am alas hardly familiar with it. Or him, or her. Whatever. I'm not entirely sure it'd know much about cats, but if it helps..." He finished off his current bottle, sighing contentedly as he placed the empty on the coffee table.
"Dinner is good, of course, or perhaps a visit to that park we spoke of. I'm extremely easy, serah...in case there was any doubt."
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Date: 2024-05-08 12:42 am (UTC)Hawke sure has a lot of interesting friends.
"It's on the internet. It helps you find things. It's really amazing, actually. But you have to be careful because it can lead to some real strange places. I found that out the hard way." Even kitties might be a dangerous thing to search.
"That would be real nice, yeah. I'm easy too. I'm good with anything."
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