mayfield_rpg | ◇ VII.

[A: ACTION | Around town | Mint]

[No matter who you are, whether or not she knows you, and as long as you're legal - Hawke might approach you at some point today with a devilish grin on her face and a raised eyebrow. HAAAAY BABEH. :3c]

Nice weather we're having, isn't it? Very snowy. And cold. But as long as you have someone to keep you warm...

[B: ACTION | 918 Bilko Boulevard | White Daisies | For Fenris (but his housemates are welcome to tag as well!)]

[Sometimes Hawke likes to swing by the 'Danarius' household to visit Fenris (and, previously, Bethany's drone), have a drink, and read some books with him. This is one of those times - except today, there are some daisies growing in the hedges out front. WELP.]

I found some more... quality literature for us to go through. [Naturally, she has a few cookbooks tucked under her arm. :|a] Perhaps we could turn this into a cooking lesson, hmm?

[C: ACTION | Grocery store | Milkweed]

[After getting a good whiff of some milkweed, Hawke finds the urge to flirt with and kiss everyone in sight, as well as her cute little crush on Fenris, diminished, replaced with a great desire for milk. She can be found in the dairy section, holding a gallon of milk in her hands and frowning at it.]

I know everyone says "don't drink the milk," but does that actually have any weight to it? Is it really poisoned, or is this just some bizarre anti-dairy propaganda? Inquiring minds want to know!

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[NOPE. Not really. Not yet anyway.]

Unfortunately, someone has to go out and look after things. Cat things.

Oh, have you found everything the little beast needs?

[She saunters closer, smirking. Personal space, what is that.]

Don't forget to look after Anders things, too. But I suppose I could take care of that for you.

I think so. Though... I'm not certain why he'd need a box of sand.

[He blinks, but doesn't pull back.]

'Anders things'?

...Strange. If anyone can solve that little mystery, though, it's certainly you.

[She slowly runs her hand up his arm and stop at his shoulder, giving it a good squeeze.]

The cat is not the only one who has needs, of course.

Your faith is incredibly appreciated.

[It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she means. But he's sort of thrown by the timing.]

This... seems somewhat forward. Even for you.

What do you mean? I've always been very assertive. [She's still not moving. Hi Anders hiiii.] Especially when there's something I want.

So you have...

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

And that would be...?

You, of course.

Right here? In the street?

Sure, why not? You only live once, after all.

[She's just kidding. ~~Probably.~~ She just wants a kiss, Anders~]

... I suppose I can't argue with that.

[WELL ALL RIGHT THEN. COME HERE, HAWKE.]

Of course you can't. My logic is always sound.

[GOING IN FOR THE KILL. I mean kiss. Don't eat her face off, Anders. :|b]

[He'll just om nom nom like he always does, then!]

[Hawke is still okay with being nom'd on because, hey, she got her kiss. She may curse the blighted mint later, but right now, she is a happy Champion.

So she just pulls him closer, taking Anders's noms in stride.]

[And he needs no further urging to slip an arm around her waist, the other catching her chin, keeping her firmly in place.]

[Meanwhile, Hawke slips one hand up toward the back of his head, idly playing with his hair and humming happily. Minty influences aside, she always enjoys the rare opportunity to kiss her favorite mage~]

[He pulls away after a moment or two, but only to catch his breath. His face stays pressed close to hers, just to be near her.]

[Anders is kind of sappy like that.]