keigo takami

living in a cage with the door wide open.

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“Why yes. Yes I can. And I can do something you can’t now too.”

             THUS HE proceeds to FLY up into the air out of arm’s reach with a smirk.

“A pity you can’t join me in the skies anymore.”

      HE’S A RUNNER, HE’S A TRACKSTAR. Hawks jumps after him; his hand latching onto the thief’s’ ankle, and he uses his other hand to pull down at Takumi’s pants. 

“Well I can make my voice do a lot of things, but certainly not that. So I’d say it’s pretty neat. Maybe the birds are just pecking at you because they like you.” Somehow his question gave her a double meaning that she couldn’t help but have a smug grin at the idea. Looking him right in the eyes. “I do like birds. Especially ones with pretty feathers.”

        HE ROLLED HIS eyes. “Sure, they do,” he said, then raised an eyebrow at her unexpectedly SMUG look before her next words take him by surprise. His mouth opens slightly before closing; then he slowly smirks, tilting his head; eyes twinkle in amusement.

Surprised by the interest, Natsuo hesitates for a moment before answering. “It’s sashimi, but I also love sushi.”

“Yeah sure, g’head.”  The mantis crawls from her hands into his and it looks up at him.  “Rest assured if you ever get buts in your wings, not my fault.”  She raises her hand like a scout of some sort.  “Not my bugs, anyway.  I’ll keep em’ off ya.”

A couple grayish moths flutter around her head.  “Spose’ you gotta deal with like…  Laemobothriidae, huh?  That sucks.”  She eyes his wings, “Least those don’t carry any diseases or nothin.  Can’t be comfortable to have em’ bitin you, though.”  She doesn’t really bother with lice in her swarm.  Fleas are enough.

     HE BROUGHT ONE of his wings in front of him and carefully examined the feathers, looking for any bugs he might have missed. He didn’t think he could get that -- whatever laemobothridae was, but it sounded bad if there was a big word for it. He tried keeping his feathers as clean as possible, but it wasn’t easy doing it himself. It’s not like he had a beak for it. 

“ I wake up to see my lil sister breathin’ right into my eyeballs at 6am every mornin’, lookin’ like the grudge. I ain’t afraid of anythin’ after dealin’ with that for so long,” Josie’s smiling, laughing quietly at the memory. “ besides, I’ll be in close quarters with the number two hero. ‘n I can handle myself real well when things call for it. I think I’ll be alright, Hawks. ”

“Do I look incompetent to you? I’ve only ever been caught once, boy. And when did you start getting concerned for my well being?”

She had to suppress a laugh and instead went for a small giggle. “But aren’t you just a bird yourself?” Not that she fully understood mutant quirks since she didn’t have one that she knew of. Perhaps he simply got good at making those sounds just because.

“It’s not my favorite, but I don’t hate it.”

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oh shit —  ❝ well if i were they probably know where i am now…❞

She’s already aware of the spider.  She’s been practicing spiders lately, since they’re a little more complex and farther away from her norm.   The extra legs were always hard to coordinate for.  So when a hand comes close, it jumps away, landing somewhere else on the bug-quirk user’s body, returning to the swarm.  Nomiko however, chuckles (albeit a little nervously) at the pro’s reaction to it.

“Not a spider fan, huh?”  She asks, quirking an eyebrow.  She wasn’t sure what it was about Hawks.  Maybe it was because he was younger than most pros, closer to her own age, but he was a bit easier to be casual with.  “That one was just a little orchard spider, but I can do some really big ones, too.”  She holds up her hand and figuring a spider would be a bad idea, she has a praying mantis sitting in her hand, tilting its little head from side to side.  “It’s cuz of my quirk.  Spiders are kinda hard, so I’m practicin’…Sorry fer spookin’ ya, sir.”

       HE RECOVERED QUICKLY, adjusting his stance, so she wouldn’t think he was SUPER afraid of spiders. He wasn’t. They were just ugly and hairy, and he didn’t want to deal with them crawling all over his wings. He shivered at the thought.

      “No, not really. If I’m not careful, bugs end up in my feathers somehow,” he grimaced, eyeing the spider with distaste as it submerged back into the girl. He arched a brow at that. Must be some type of bug quirk.