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"Haaaaawks!" She tugs on his arm, in simple street clothes after work, "Let's get Yakitori! I bet I can eat more than you!" /*smooches u*

unprompted! || always welcome || @dualgraced

          The petite girl decides to tug on his arm and he adjusts his yellow visor, sliding it up onto the top of his head. Peering down at the petite girl, he gives her his easy smile and tilts his head. Quite frankly, he's 1000% sure she definitely could probably eat more than him, given her Quirk. Still, he burns a lot of calories, too, and he's famished after how much effort he's expended today.

          And she's offered chicken, his favorite.

          So he laughs, and a glint shines in his eye, the spark of competition ignited. With his other free hand, he lifts it for a thumbs up. ❝I'd love to see you try, Aibi-chi,❞ Hawks replies. And before she even has a chance to respond, he shifts how she's holding his arm to capturing her hand in his. With a firm grasp, he immediately starts taking off into a fast pace walk.

          ❝Since you challenged, I get to pick the place—the loser pays the tab!❞ And then, with the grace of practiced finesse, his wings spread open and some of the feathers part from the plumage and cushions Aibi's frame. In one sweeping motion, he takes a jump and a flick of his wrist, she's swept into his arms as they take flight.

          He looks down and with a wink, he grins. ❝Hold tight!❞

          Now, he's just being a show-off.

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

Squeaking out half her reply of ‘you’re on’, Aibi has to jog to keep up with his pace, nearly tripping over her own sneakers to catch up to him. “Ohoho, you’re in for it, Hawksy!” Never let it be said she made bets without thinking of the consequences. She had, in fact, weighed them and is almost banking on the fact that she’s eaten much larger heroes under the table.

“Hope you brought your wallet, or thi-” The tickle of his feathers catches her attention first, finding herself airborne as she looks down at them as well as the ground. In a blink, she’s in his arms, latching her own around his neck before curling up against him. Firmly planted on the ground was where she belonged. He could keep the sky. Someone so short wasn’t meant to be up so high, she thinks.

Burying her face against his neck, her sharp canines lightly graze his skin as she talks, “C-Couldn’t we have just walked?!” Holding on for dear life, her fists ball in his jacket, trying not to look at their surroundings.

         To Hawks, it doesn’t matter whether or not he’s going to lose to the smaller in an eating contest of who can eat the most yakitori. He’s not stupid to consider that because of her specific Quirk, her appetite definitely exceeds that of normal humans with quirks that doesn’t require any sort of transformation or the energy that needed to facilitate that. Fat Gum is a good example of that and honestly, he’d like to see who would win: Fat Gum-san or Aibi-chi, who’s half his height?

         Oh, he’d definitely want to see that.

         The Hero doesn’t hear her words, considering he’s banking on the fact he’d lose anyway. Instead, he’s relishing the feeling of her pressed and nuzzled against his chest, bracing herself against him as the startled surprise ripples throughout her frame. Hawks expects the brush of her lips against his neck, fighting the shudder down his spine when he feels the sharp touch of her canines. Thankfully, he’s flying so he doesn’t have long to think about it, focusing on making sure he doesn’t mess up with her in his arms.

         He flies easily, smoothly, and doesn’t jostle even when she clings to him, her high-pitched squeal from earlier a ringing reminder of her surprise.

         Looking down, he smirks. ❝But, it’s more fun to fly with you in my arms, don’t you think so? And much faster!❞ Hawks adjusts, making sure he has a firm hold on the girl. He holds her so she’s able to press her face into the skin of his neck with ease, holding her more securely now that they’re airborne. She’s so easy to hold in his arms, and feels nice that it’s partially one of the reasons why he wanted to do this in the first place. Holding her close is... nice.

         Yeah, that’s a good word.

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

    Doing her best not to let fear settle in, she tries taking deep breaths. It’s calming, the crisp, fresh air up here a welcome relief from the unsettling ones on the streets. Though with it also comes Hawks’ scent, a dangerous thing to have while adrenaline pumps through her veins so wildly.

    Peeking away from him only makes her squeak once more, hiding her face against him and finding herself doing exactly that. Breathing his scent so deeply, she parts her lips against his skin to speak without thinking about just how close she is, “M-Me? Because I’m so small?” 

    It was faster, she had to admit. No buildings to walk around or stoplights to wait through, but she has to assume you’d get used to the height if you could fly. It makes her wonder if there’s a person out there who can fly that’s afraid of heights or if they power through it for the benefits.

    A shiver wracks her petite frame as the altitude finally gets to her, vastly underdressed for air travel. Her bare arms are covered in goosebumps, though thankful her overalls are keeping her legs from showing off theirs.

    “H-How far is this place?” She finally manages to look up at him, though she wishes she hadn’t. Seeing his face framed against the sky with no buildings around them was something akin to looking at a painting in a new light or with a new perspective. He was so close, haloed by the bluest sky she’d ever seen.

        It’s through the wind that he finds himself curious about her acute sense of smell. Does it clear her senses being so high up here with him? Even when his wings flap, his curiosity is set aside when she squeaks, moving slightly for a peek of the view. Hawks is unable to help the flutter in his chest at the little chirps she makes, hiding away once more in the crook of his neck and his lips twitch.

        He clenches and tightens his hold on her when he feels her take a deep breath in, inhaling him. Clenching his jaw, he hums away the shiver that shoots down his spine at her lips against his neck. Is his plan backfiring on him, he wonders, her voice practically in his ear that he unclenches and clenches his jaw again. It takes him a moment longer than he would’ve liked before he finally responds.

        ❝Maybe~ ♫❞ Hawks hums, leaving it up to question whether or not this is truly because she just happens to be so petite that it makes carrying her a breeze. ( Not that he’d tell her, probably. ) ❝What if I just like holding you close?❞ Ah, there he goes, eager to see the reaction she makes, especially when he angles his face closer to her.

        The shiver comes with expectation, knowing full well she isn’t dressed for the altitude, but they won’t be airborne for long for her to be cold for long. Instead, he pulls and draws her closer. In thirty seconds, they’ll descend and he won’t have any other excuses of holding her close to him. Instead, he blinks when she shifts again and from the corner of his eye, he can see her looking up at him.

        Ah, damn, so cute.

        Her doe-eyed eyes peering up him makes him want to make sure that gaze is always on his. ( How selfish of him, he thinks, does he have the right? )

        ❝Not long now; fifteen seconds,❞ he replies. Hawks promptly begins descending, slowly and at an easier pace than when he took flight. It takes a few more seconds before with a final, but with great control that he lands noiselessly on the guardrail outside of the little café with their requested amount of endless yakitori. ❝We’re here, Aibi-chi; what do you think?❞

        The café is cute, quaint, and a little out of the way place from the foot traffic that it has a homey feel. One of the signs indicates that it’s been here since the 1950s, a traditional and family run restaurant. There’s some outdoor seating and a small intimate, but inviting space on the inside with decorations and plant-life adorning its shelves.

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

    Eyes widen as she can almost taste his pulse quicken, the shift in his scent to something she could easily sink her teeth into. Normally, it would scream at her, beg her to play, but up in the air, it was a suggestive flirt at best. The wind would’ve pulled most of the smell had she not been so close.

    His own words don’t help the heat building within her, suddenly much warmer despite the wind’s chill. It isn’t often the predator becomes the prey, but she supposes there was a first time for everything. Cheeks flush a color rivalling the crimson of her eyes, a hand moving from his neck to cover her nose and mouth, voice low as she replies,  ❝You don’t have to fly me around for that.❞

    As they get closer to the ground, her hand grasps at his coat this time instead, watching the blessed street get bigger beneath them. Taking in the view of the little restaurant, she wonders how she’s never found this spot before. The smell wafting out of it is divine, a place that seemed to love what it made.

    ❝It’s… so cute, Hawksy. I’d ask how you found it, but with a sky view, I’m sure it’s not hard.❞ Her nose wiggles as a customer leaves, opening the door to let out more wondrously tasty aromas.

        It’s almost tasty how he can feel her tense up in his arms, the craving for something he knows might be a little inappropriate. Hawks is relieved that she doesn’t have a Quirk that lets her read his mind, else, he isn’t sure how he’d live down the embarrassment at how attracted he is to the smaller, her innocent, yet resilient and straight-forward look into the future is something that he wants to protect.

        He always likes how cute she looks when the pinks start matching her eyes. Pretty little rubies, bright and sparkly like her eyes namesake. Leaning closer yet until his amber gaze is level with hers, he smiles. ❝Call it a special service, just for you,❞ he murmurs, even with her hand covering her nose and mouth.

        And then as quickly as the moment of intimacy comes, it’s gone after he announces their arrival at their location. Truthfully, he isn’t sure if he’d forgive himself if he gave Aibi a cold because of his carelessness. Maybe he’ll have to figure out a way for her to get bundled up in his jacket next time so she wouldn’t get those goosebumps.

        Hawks doesn’t quite let Aibi down yet, but he maneuvers to standing with her still in his arms as she turns her head, sniffing the air of the café with open curiosity. He could almost see her drooling already and his lips twitch, appreciative of her eagerness to try out the food that smells as good as it looks. ❝Nope, but someone also recommended me this place to try out their dinner special—says it’s what makes this place special.❞ And then, after a moment, he sets her down and adjusts his clothes once more.

        ❝Ready?❞ he asks, standing beside her with his wings folded in behind him.

unprompted but plotted starter. @dualgraced​

        It’s not graceful, he thinks, when he steps out of the cargo plane in the middle of the night in the middle of a storm. Dual-colored irises glance around him as he hefts the duffel bag over his shoulders. His black hair becomes soaked with the rain, and he lifts the collar of his jacket up to his neck to protect himself from the rain.

❝Remember, monitor and eliminate as necessary and it will be to your discretion. Otherwise, do not message me unless it’s important.❞

        ❝Affirmative. Over and out, sir.❞

        The earpiece crackles and he takes it out from his ear, immediately crushing it as he steps out into the rain. He grinds his palm into the little electronic device until he can no longer feel its pieces as recognizable bits. The plane behind him takes off after its unloaded its cargo and he watches as it slowly begins to take off. And then he turns, without looking back.

        The first thing he does when he gets into the city is to rent an apartment in a rundown area of the city. Surrounded by people in the lower class, no one would blink twice to see him come in as a complete stranger. Even when he settles in for the night, the walls are thin as he can hear some children crying and the not-so-quiet conversations of the people around him. With an idle note, he thinks he’ll have to buy some supplies while he makes this place his home base.

        From his bag, he pulls out a sleek and modern device that looks too high-tech given the world’s current state of technology. It’s sleek and looks no bigger than a small tablet. He places his entire hand on the screen where it scans it and blinks. He pulls his hand away to watch as the screen blinks and types across its pristine and sleek dark blue shimmering screen in clear, off-white blue:

                                [      Welcome, Warbringer.     ]

        It’s another three months before he finds the “villains.” In Tokyo, Japan, they have been illegally distributing some type of drug that’s been causing those with or without quirks hallucinogenic side effects. However, this has been on someone else’s dollar and he is not pleased in the least that the drug he’s so carefully cultivated has been tampered with. Especially when the drug has been discovered to have been connected with varying degrees of side effects that included loss of limb control and loss of mental state upon the “down” time of the drug.

        He readies his gear and puts on the helmet, the subtle hiss that comes when the helmet adjusts to his head.

        He moves in the thickest and the densest part of the night, aware that these people specifically have picked a spot that’s away from noticeable foot traffic. How convenient that it’s, once more, raining. They don’t hear him coming when he kicks in the door to the facility. They immediately begin to open fire on him, but he moves too quickly for them to hit him as he takes a mental count: 25 men, all here and accounted for. It looks like his intel has paid off and all of them have foolishly gathered together.

        The first man, he kicks into the man’s chest, that sends him flying into the wall behind him with a resounding crash with a gurgle of a collapsed lung from the force.

        The second tries to use their Quirk to fend him off only to find his arm quickly broken and ripped out of its arm socket with brutal and merciless efficiency. With a scream, the other men begin to fire, only to hit their friend as he uses him as a shield. Now with one, he moves quickly to shove the man at pair of men who were in the midst of reloading.

        They don’t make it.

        At the end, the leader is trying to claw his way out, his legs broken and trailing behind him is his own blood. He slowly walks over to the man only for him to roll over to his side and pick up his gun. Shakily pointing the gun at the black helmet clad man in a tight body suit and military fatigue pants, he cries.

        “Wh-Who are you?!” he demands, his voice a terribly high pitch in absolute horror.

        ❝He sends his regards.❞

        He lets the information sink in and with a muted scream, the soldier snaps his neck.

𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 [ dualgraced. ]

    It’s been nearly three months. Sixty some odd days since people began dying on the streets. Thugs and small-timers that her agency had no official record of ever having done anything, but in the aftermath of their brutal deaths the evidence was all laid out beautifully.

    Almost too conveniently. 

    Worse yet, the killer never leaves anything of themselves behind. No hair, not even a boot print despite all the blood, which drowns out any scent they might’ve left behind. Each scene is almost too much for Aibi’s senses, trained to pick it up from further away, but with a room practically bathed in it, she makes the rookie move of emptying her stomach outside of the first one. The police can’t fault her for it, as most of them took one look and needed the rest of the day off.

    After three months of it, they finally catch their target on video. Despite the gruesome scene, her eyes are trained on him. The Commission info dumps what little they have, but a name is all that sticks. Warbringer. Sitting back in her chair, she realizes his name isn’t just to strike fear. He has brought a war to their streets, a war of factions. Though what faction he’s working for isn’t obvious, given none of the ones he’s killed seem to be connected. There had to be more to it.

    Two more months of dead-ends and banging her head against walls to find him before she enlists the help of Hawks and his agency. Perhaps a view from the sky above would find a new angle. With the addition of the number 3 hero, they find a piece of torn cloth from him. Aibi hasn’t let it out of her possession, learning every nuance of it’s scent and coming to know it almost better than her own.

    Warbringer’s kill counter is now 56.

    The wolf hero has chased his scent for a couple weeks now, each instance having slipped away as she tries not to get herself injured in the process. Was he indestructible?! How was he getting away like this?

    This time, however, she isn’t letting him get away. She’s hyperfocused as she bounds after him, large paws gaining ground on him. He takes a small side street, leaving her shifting to run on two feet to desperately follow.

    Her clouded mind doesn’t realize he’s there to kill more, nor is she aware the building they’re closing in on is owned by a small group of would-be villains.

        The name itself means nothing to the man, but it’s aptly fitting for a man who grew up in the streets of war. A child soldier, something his country exploited and used for the sake of pushing their agenda forward. He who named him is a man with nigh snide grin, manipulated, broke, and regenerated his body until he met the cruel man’s wishes. He only gave him what he wanted, in the end, and only found that he may be his downfall.

        And he made a mistake. A piece of his clothing had gotten torn in a scuffle with a perpetrator and he’s contemplated numerous times to steal that piece of evidence or set it on fire. No, it was more efficient to set it aflame, which he did as no one seemed to notice when he infiltrated the agency. However, it’s too late by then and this particular agency has a person with a lupine quirk.

        Unfortunate for him is when this agency even went as far as to collaborate with Hawks’ Agency, the number 3 hero in Japan’s current hero rankings. More hurdles he needed to cross as he worked to clean up the mess in Japan on the Emperor’s orders.

        This next particular mission ought to be simple, he thinks, stowing the helmet in a secure and safe location when it seems to be malfunctioning. What a day that it decides to do so, but he’ll have to make do and makes a mental note to look at it when the mission finishes. This little group of people should be quick, numbering only five men, altogether. And, damn, the hero that’s been chasing him for the last several weeks is bounding down an alleyway in this direction as she follows him.

        For a moment, he weighs his options before his body moves. 

        Today, he isn’t wearing his typical uniform and instead, has opted to wear a black skin-tight t-shirt with black cargo pants. Discovering that he’s been relatively mess-free whenever he takes on missions of groups below five, it’s probable that he wouldn’t have been injured. With boxing gloves to complete the look, he jumps down the side of the building and lands on the ground to continue the fluid motion.

        He ducks into an alleyway to make her smaller than the wolf form, but as he runs past a building, the smell of gunpowder sets him on alert. His blue eye zooms and begins to flicker through the tell-tale signs of explosives, set up all around the building. The people in the building, seemingly to have recognized the lupine hero and their impending doom, blows up the building in an explosive rumble in an attempt to take him down. And he idly wonders if she’s been so focused on chasing him that she doesn’t notice the building that’s collapsing around her. He skids to a stop and turns, immediately running back to her.

        It’s too much of a risk for him to kick away the building and it’s too much risk to punch the falling debris that’s falling around her. He reacts quickly and yanks the lupine female to his chest as he takes the brunt of the damage to his back and head. The building falls quickly around them and he takes a knee when the full weight of tons of concrete crash into him with the additional force of gravity. And he takes another as more weight comes bearing down.

        It’s another few terrifying seconds before the building finally settles a bit, random small debris rumbling and falling around them in between the cracks. And after the dust has cleared a little, he flicks his gaze around the area they’re in. There’s no space, only enough for him to sit upright and lean against the building and her in his lap.

        Lovely.

        He finally speaks after more of the debris and dust settles. ❝Are you alright?❞ he asks. He quickly takes a mental catalogue of his body and notes that he should’ve been crushed and that his back and bones ought to be broken. He has a fracture in his skull, but it’s already healing before he even makes a note of it. It seems most of his healing is targeted at his back, spine, and legs.

𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 [ dualgraced. ]

    Momentum carries her as she skids to an almost stop, pivoting and trying to run for an exit. Her sensitive hearing catches the initial blast before she sees it, cursing herself for not having smelled the gun powder, blinded completely by her goal that she put herself in such danger. Clawing the floor, she’s desperate to see a tomorrow as she feels what she can only imagine is rubble pinning her.

    Aibi whispers every prayer she knows, begging to be able to just hug her father one more time. She’s never left anything unsaid, knowing it’s the nature of being a hero, of putting her life on the line to keep people safe day in and day out. But just one more hug. It’s all she’d ask for; it’s a tall order and she knows she has no right to it.

    The ringing in her ears is all she feels first, the pounding headache coming next as she realizes it’s far too dark to see wherever she’s landed. Alive but for how long? Slowly moving, she tries to take stock of her injuries, mostly scrapes and cuts, but something heavy is trapping her in place. Reaching up to rub her hands over her ears, Aibi hears his voice swell in and mix with the still piercing hum filling them.

    It startles her at first, thinking she was alone, that no one would be crazy enough to try and save the hero. “I think so… Who-” She wipes at her eyes with her wrists, figuring they would be cleaner than her hands if she’d fallen. Blinking as her vision adjusts to the low light, she finds a rather large ( to her ) man hovering over her. There’s a mix of horror and elation, churning in her stomach as she takes it all in. 

    Stay calm, this is what you were trained for. Shifting in an unstable situation like this would be catastrophic, and quite frankly, they’re lucky to be alive already. As far as she knows, anyway. “Are you hurt?” Though she can barely see, Aibi slides a hand along her leg, reaching into one of the utility pockets strapped to her leg, fiddling with a small flashlight. As it clicks on, it illuminates a rock just inches from her head, flooding the tiny space.

        Even if she didn’t notice how he had pulled her to him, Jai makes a quick assessment to find that she’s fine, overall. With no prevalent injuries, she’ll be fine. He can already hear again after the blast, his ears quickly recovering from the explosive boom that would’ve ordinarily knocked out a normal person’s hearing. With one arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, pressing her to him, Jai grunts as he adjusts the weight of the rubble. Her voice works and that tells him that she also has her motor skills in complete function and that nothing has hurt her to a degree that would make her a liability.

        Her question comes and Jai flicks his gaze down to her, adjusting again the rubble against his shoulder that it grinds against him. Just a little bit more and he doesn’t need to worry about the building from continuing its crushing fall. Clenching his jaw, he takes a breath, focusing his strength to shift the weight to the other rubble behind him as she moves enough to grab a flashlight.

        ❝No,❞ he finally answers after he heaves another breath and shifts more of the weight behind him. There’s a grinding and crumbling sound of concrete hitting solidly another block of concrete. The ground beneath them shakes a little from its weight and he heaves a subtle release of breath from the exertion. Now, there’s only enough space for him sitting down with his legs slightly crossed. Coupled with a woman he has the faintest idea of, they’re no different than being stuck inside a box together. He releases Aibi, now that the area is secure.

        He speaks in English for a moment, forgetting that he’s registered her words in Japanese, but not replying in the same language. ❝Ah, any injuries I have will be of no circumstance,❞ he says in Japanese, sitting down and lifting his legs so that they’re settled on either side of the girl. With his arms on his knees, he practically cages her in. He looks down at her, subtly arching his brow under his black curly bangs. ❝I hope that you are unharmed, however, as you do not have the same circumstances as I do.❞ He gives her another look over as his eyes quickly adjust to the dimly lit room, coupled by the brilliant shine of her flashlight.

        He gives another nod, satisfied. ❝You look unharmed; that’s good to know.❞

𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 [ dualgraced. ]

    Despite the few aches and pains that come with an abrupt meeting between her and the concrete, Aibi can find no injuries in need of attention on herself. In her assessment, however, she does find that his arm is wrapped around her, leaving her wondering how he accomplished that.

    There’s a flushed look on her face, thankfully hidden by the darkness, cursing herself for not retaining or continuing her studies on English after high school. Wonderful, now how was she supposed to keep a foreigner calm without being able to communicate properly OR shift?

    Her ears flick around, kicking up a small dust cloud, as she listens. Was that sound coming from him? No, it’s behind him. Watching in awe, Aibi finds him making a small space for them despite all the heavy rubble. Given they aren’t crushed by his movement, perhaps now they were safe enough to await rescue.

    Ah, so he does speak her language! Groaning softly, she makes the effort to sit up, finding herself covered in dirt and scratches in the low light. Maybe she should’ve put more effort into making her costume a full body suit, but it was such a hassle. Too much fur or too little cutouts, it was a delicate balance she never had the time to solve, but in this instance, she wished she had. Those were going to sting later.

    ❝ I’m glad you’re not injured, Mister… ❞ Fishing for his name, she’s hoping the politeness will trip him up into giving the information. It always seemed like an underhanded tactic, but when people were scared a direct question like that only incited more panic. Victims of disasters want to feel safe and have their needs addressed first, something as simple as saying their name bridged the connection to help.

    ❝ I’m… quite alright, thank you. Aren’t… you worried? ❞ A quizzical look accompanies the tilt of her head, trying to figure him out. He was either crazy, stupid, or ridiculously powerful not to be freaked out right now, and she’s hoping for the second option. Pulling her legs closer, she presses them to her chest, wrapping her arms around them to retain what heat she could in the rapidly cooling concrete nook.

        Rather fortunate or unfortunate, as part of his specific quirk, Jai’s eyes adjust rather quickly, taking a few extra blinks before it finally settles. Though, it’s not like he needs it, considering how there’s not much to see in the small space that they are currently occupied in. He cants his head, listening for other sounds in the small space, but when he finds none aside from the smattering distance crumbling sounds of the building settling itself in, he relaxes as much as he can in a situation like this.

        He listens as she sounds relieved he isn’t “injured.” Granted, she doesn’t know what his quirk is so he leaves at that. Still, listening her try and fish for his name leaves him amused, wondering how the tactic has often worked. Which, he knows from experience it’s a nifty trick. He waits a beat, deciding to drag out the silence as a way to partially tease her into awkward and to partially see how she’d react.

        But, he relents after a few long moments. ❝Jai.❞

        He tilts his head at her hesitant question. Hm, he supposes in a normal situation, this would be something that would worry normal people. But he hasn’t been normal since the day he was taken. Extraordinary and unfortunate circumstances have made him a little stunted and almost lacking in knowledge of what ought to be normal.

        ❝No,❞ he replies honestly, watching her before he rights his head to her. Making sure she’s encircled by both his legs and arms without touching her, Jai notes the lack of proper apparel in this situation and inwardly sighs. He remembers that her clothes were specifically designed to both stretch and shrink to her size. ❝Heroes have gotten through a much worse situation than the one we’re in now. And you are a hero so I imagine this is something that’s expected in this sort of situation.❞ It’s almost clinical and detached in how he speaks, bluntly stating facts. Jai could honestly break out of the rubble with no issue, but it would make for too much attention and that’s something he doesn’t want right now.

        ❝If you’re feeling too cold in the next couple of minutes, I would like to request permission that I should hold you to keep you warm; least you would fall to becoming sick.❞ With his back pressed to the building, he’s as comfortable as he was going to get while sitting on both concrete and in a small hole like the one they’re in. 

        ❝I suspect that they won’t be able to get us out until they can get a hero that’s capable of moving an entire building’s worth of cement and building parts to find us. And that’s something I estimate to be about...❞ he pauses, doing to the calculations in his mind and of the heroes nearby, ❝an hour, two hours, at most.❞