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[Nuzzles against the younger man.] "Hello, my Hawk."
[ He doesn’t respond.
At least, not verbally; his head tilts a little to allow the man better access, and something that might be a considered a smile pulls at one side of his mouth. ]
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"Happy birthday, my hawk." Nuzzles his forehead into the smaller males. "It is mine as well. Perhaps we will celebrate later?" Bane rumbles, squeezing the man's hips suggestively.
"September is the month of the reapers, the harvesters, and the working man. Which are we?" He submits to the man's muscled presence naturally, his neck bared and unseeing eyes dipped a little in submission.
Calloused fingers wrap around the arms that will no doubt hold him down, later.
"I wouldn't let your birthday go un-celebrated."
Spanglymun: Did you miss me greatly?
Banemun: Every moment without you was pure agony.
Spanglymun: That was actually the only correct answer, good job.
Strangers in the Rain
themaskedmercenary started following you
Folding metal security lattices had already been drawn against the display windows of the traditional barber's shop, nothing more than a free standing oak and brass coat rack keeping the entryway door cracked open. Florescent overhead lights flickered as a passing subway car rattled the entire foundation of the building- making nearby wheeled storage carts meander across the tiled floor and glass apothecary jars lining the shelves tremble briefly.
Yi tapped the ashes of his handrolled cigarette into an old cloisonné ashtray, artfully reclining against the middlemost leather chair like a cat stretched out in a sunbeam.
"Come back tomorrow, friend. I've already seen my last customer for the evening. I'll give you a discount for your trouble, since you dropped in," he drawled, not bothering to move or open his eyes- instead focusing on the lilting, dulcet tones of a Beijing opera starlet playing over his radio.
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