[Truth is, Hawks doesn't see much reason not to give in to the hedonism at least a little. It seems like the point of this place is playing this Game 52, and that's the only method he can think of that might lead to getting out and getting home. Then again, Hawks has never been either shy or a prude about those kinds of things, so it's understandable why the other man might narrow his eyes like that when Hawks flirts.
It's cute, though.
When the other man says that they brought a pot of coffee, though, Hawks slides to the edge of the bed, and stands up, tying the robe roughly around his waist since there doesn't seem to be holes in the back for his wings. While the other guy lights up a smoke, Hawks sets about pouring himself a cup of coffee and doctoring it up with sugar and milk. It's not his ideal, but it'll do to tie him over, and he makes his way back to the bed, settling down in the sheets with legs crossed, sipping at his mug.]
Haven't decided if I trust the food yet.
[A shrug of well-muscled shoulders and he watches the pretty man smoke for a few moments, lips pursed around the rim of his coffee mug and sipping. It's a companionable enough silence, and Hawks closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling the warm chocolatey scent of the dark roast in his cup and enjoying it.]
I don't belong here either. In fact, I had some pretty serious stuff going on back home that I needed to take care of.
[For all that the words are somewhat dire, his attitude and tone of voice are casual, and he sips at his coffee again, gold eyes looking at the other young man over the rim of his cup.]
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It's cute, though.
When the other man says that they brought a pot of coffee, though, Hawks slides to the edge of the bed, and stands up, tying the robe roughly around his waist since there doesn't seem to be holes in the back for his wings. While the other guy lights up a smoke, Hawks sets about pouring himself a cup of coffee and doctoring it up with sugar and milk. It's not his ideal, but it'll do to tie him over, and he makes his way back to the bed, settling down in the sheets with legs crossed, sipping at his mug.]
Haven't decided if I trust the food yet.
[A shrug of well-muscled shoulders and he watches the pretty man smoke for a few moments, lips pursed around the rim of his coffee mug and sipping. It's a companionable enough silence, and Hawks closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling the warm chocolatey scent of the dark roast in his cup and enjoying it.]
I don't belong here either. In fact, I had some pretty serious stuff going on back home that I needed to take care of.
[For all that the words are somewhat dire, his attitude and tone of voice are casual, and he sips at his coffee again, gold eyes looking at the other young man over the rim of his cup.]
I'm Hawks, by the way. And you?