[Shit is Hank glad tucking his shirt in is the first thing he did when he got here. After he'd stopped yelling.
So, he's being yanked back by his own momentum, sort of, and his shirt's not flying up into his face and making him look like a moron so he has that going for him. What he doesn't have going for him is kung fu moves but he doesn't need to - it's not like he's going to arrest Cayde, not unless Cayde asks real nicely. So he just curls up again to try and get close enough to grab Cayde's legs. What's he going to do with them? God knows. He's kind of counting on Cayde retaliating before he has to figure it out.]
[Hank is a far smarter man than he gives himself credit for, because Cayde, who has not given any thought into the difficulties of underwater movement, is now currently regretting his decision to not remove his cape. The fabric, while looking snazzy, wraps around the both of them and makes it hard for him to retaliate proper. The end result is that Cayde's got one leg captured and is currently trying to bend himself in an impossible position to try and free himself.]
Like you could even!
[Not mentioning the fact that this isn't the smoothest fight he's ever been in. Can't give Hank the satisfaction, after all. Instead, he reaches out wildly, trying to get a grip on Hank's shirt to tug him- somewhere, somewhere hopefully that will let Cayde rescue his leg back. Water makes this so much harder.]
[Cayde sure does get a grip on Hank's shirt, and Hank being low enough to grab Cayde's legs right now means that when he gets pulled, his face ends up right, uh... In a place. He laughs, can't help it, and the hands that were on Cayde's leg grab his thigh, Hank trying to use it to move himself around and upright.]
[Hank's face is definitely in a place right now, and were this any other time Cayde would most certainly be making some sort of saucy comment. At the moment?]
Hey, hey, watch the goods!
[At the moment he's yanking on Hank's shirt to try to pull him up and hopefully away from any potential headbutts in unfortunate places.]
[Hank smirks as he's pulled up, feeling his shirt start to come loose from his pants and reaching out for an edge of that cape. If he can get a good handful of it he'll try to flip it up over Cayde's face, and hope that works well enough to give him enough time to fix his little shirt situation.]
[That sure is a faceful of his cloak, though, and the noise Cayde makes, surprised and indignant all in one, echoes throughout the water near them until he reluctantly lets go of Hank's shirt so that he can try to unfuck his own clothing. It's still not the easiest thing, he's definitely seeing the disadvantages of underwater cloaks now, and so he kicks once, twice, just to try to give himself a little bit of space to recover without fear of retaliation.]
[Hank takes a break from stuffing his shirt back down his pants to kick wildly back in the direction of Cayde's shins. It makes him go backward a little and he makes an exasperated noise.]
Stop fucking kicking me, this how you treat everyone who comes to visit you?
[He's grinning still, not that Cayde can see it with his whole fashion emergency. Hank leaves his shirt half-out for the moment so he can grab the cape and try to help Cayde sort his own shit out.]
[Ah yes, they've fallen onto the childish 'no you' justifications now, but there's a dull pain in his shin and it seems like they're finally separated enough that he can focus on trying to unwrap half of his wonderful, dumb, cape from in front of his face.
Thankfully there are other hands helping him to sort out the sodden fabric, and the minute that Cayde's able to see again he sets his brow plates stiff and does his best to play off that he hasn't just been having a devil of a time.]
Hey now, don't go doin' too much. You'll make me look bad.
[Cape out of the way Hank goes back to his shirt, raising his eyebrows and speaking matter-of-factly.]
Cause now I have to say somethin like, 'well, that's not too hard' and it'd be some kinda sin to say a thing like that about the fine figure I see before me.
[Okay, so 'matter-of-fact' kind of goes out the window toward the end there, by which time Hank starts looking pretty proud of himself. He is proud of himself. That was smooth as hell.]
[It may take the two of them, but eventually Cayde's freed from his heavy fabric prison and just in time for him to hone in on the fact that Hank's moved on from pugilism to flattery.]
I can't believe that really just came out of your mouth. No, really.
[But he can't hide the amusement in his tone, and after sparing a minute to look back over towards the gates he reaches out to try and tuck his fingers into Hank's collar to pull him closer. This time, however, it's less to fuck with him and more to dare to try to kiss the smugness right off his lips.]
[He finishes with a muffled mumble against Cayde's lips - well, Cayde's mouth. Hank winds his fingers into the nearest thing - Cayde's cape - and he takes a deep breath, feeling his chest move against Cayde's, and the feeling of pulling water into his lungs, for a second, almost isn't terrible. If Hank's power's spreading his emotions around right now there'll be a hint of that, that discomfort from Hank's unthinking deep breath, but 'discomfort' is as far as it gets before Hank pulls his lips back a little and starts using teeth. Now teeth on metal isn't normally considered a comforting feeling and honestly it isn't; what it is is good, and it chases Hank's everpresent underwater freakout down back into the parts of himself where that kind of thing ought to stay.
After a good few seconds to enjoy it Hank draws back, raising his eyebrows with a little smile.]
Now that woulda been a better way to say hi, you shoulda started off with that.
[Not that Hank enjoyed the hell out of their little impromptu wrestling match just now, no sir. It was rude. Cayde is rude.]
[There are teeth against his mouth plates and all it does is prompt a warm chuckle as Cayde parses out the echo of tightness in his chest. It's not him, he's gotten at least good enough to start to be able to differentiate between his own processors getting skewed and outside influence, but that doesn't mean that he's entirely certain what to do with the stimuli.
So Hank's...anxious? Or dying. Hopefully not the latter. It's hard to remember exactly what physical emotions feel like. To be fair on Hank's behalf, though: first world jump. And everything he's heard from the guy, it doesn't sound like magic and mysticism is too common back on his Earth.]
Okay, but let's be real: how am I supposed to know if this is an approved makeout niche in mermaid-land. Seriously. You gotta take things like that into account.
[Is he actually being serious? It's hard to tell, but after a moment there's a bright pulse of his lights and a hand reaching out to, of course, mess up Hank's hair. Sorry, not sorry, it's just too tempting.]
Remind me later to kick your ass still, put it as an open action item or something.
[Hank huffs, letting his hand slide away from that cape and grinning back at the light show that he's starting to realize is maybe Cayde's version of a smile. With Hank's hair already floating all over the place there's not much messing up left to do, but Cayde's intent to be an asshole has been logged.]
Right, I forgot the bureaucratic side of all this shit. First we'll put in that action item for me to kick your ass, then we'll get our makeout paperwork straightened out. But, hey, I never got the paperwork from last time, form 69-C for uh... all that shit we did. You sure it didn't get lost in the mail?
Hey, I maintain that that was a successful lesson. Not my fault if you didn't learn anything.
[There's a definite smirk in his tone and he waggles his brow plates as he spares a glance back. Hank's got the right idea though, even with the pleasant company it's getting a little rough watching the injured file in.]
Yeah, sounds l-
[The rest of his thought is summarily interrupted as shouting suddenly rings out and everything metaphorically explodes. Somewhere in the harrow of everything, the sudden assault on the city and the abundance of the taken-esque creatures flooding (ha) the streets, the entire world goes haywire and Cayde finds himself reaching out and grabbing at Hank's shirt to pull him along and hopefully out of the way.
He hasn't had a chance to really recover when something splits the sky across the way, and it's almost surreal as a giant, inky-black tear appears in the waters over the fields.]
Okay, so- first off: what the hell. Second off: big thing over there. Third: freaky magic big thing over there?
[Fuckin weird shit is probably the best way to put it, all things considered.]
Yeah, yeah-
[He hasn't taken his eyes off the rift yet, but he does spare a quick glance over to Hank.]
Gimme just a sec, I gotta, uh, see a guy about a freaky magic thing.
[Curiosity killed the cat, but he can't help it as he pushes off the sandy bottom and starts to make his way towards the thing that he, for all intents and purposes, probably should stay away from.]
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So, he's being yanked back by his own momentum, sort of, and his shirt's not flying up into his face and making him look like a moron so he has that going for him. What he doesn't have going for him is kung fu moves but he doesn't need to - it's not like he's going to arrest Cayde, not unless Cayde asks real nicely. So he just curls up again to try and get close enough to grab Cayde's legs. What's he going to do with them? God knows. He's kind of counting on Cayde retaliating before he has to figure it out.]
Too bad, kickin your ass is gonna feel great!
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Like you could even!
[Not mentioning the fact that this isn't the smoothest fight he's ever been in. Can't give Hank the satisfaction, after all. Instead, he reaches out wildly, trying to get a grip on Hank's shirt to tug him- somewhere, somewhere hopefully that will let Cayde rescue his leg back. Water makes this so much harder.]
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Gimme the right angle and I'll kick it all day!
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Hey, hey, watch the goods!
[At the moment he's yanking on Hank's shirt to try to pull him up and hopefully away from any potential headbutts in unfortunate places.]
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[Hank smirks as he's pulled up, feeling his shirt start to come loose from his pants and reaching out for an edge of that cape. If he can get a good handful of it he'll try to flip it up over Cayde's face, and hope that works well enough to give him enough time to fix his little shirt situation.]
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[That sure is a faceful of his cloak, though, and the noise Cayde makes, surprised and indignant all in one, echoes throughout the water near them until he reluctantly lets go of Hank's shirt so that he can try to unfuck his own clothing. It's still not the easiest thing, he's definitely seeing the disadvantages of underwater cloaks now, and so he kicks once, twice, just to try to give himself a little bit of space to recover without fear of retaliation.]
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Stop fucking kicking me, this how you treat everyone who comes to visit you?
[He's grinning still, not that Cayde can see it with his whole fashion emergency. Hank leaves his shirt half-out for the moment so he can grab the cape and try to help Cayde sort his own shit out.]
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[Ah yes, they've fallen onto the childish 'no you' justifications now, but there's a dull pain in his shin and it seems like they're finally separated enough that he can focus on trying to unwrap half of his wonderful, dumb, cape from in front of his face.
Thankfully there are other hands helping him to sort out the sodden fabric, and the minute that Cayde's able to see again he sets his brow plates stiff and does his best to play off that he hasn't just been having a devil of a time.]
Hey now, don't go doin' too much. You'll make me look bad.
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[Cape out of the way Hank goes back to his shirt, raising his eyebrows and speaking matter-of-factly.]
Cause now I have to say somethin like, 'well, that's not too hard' and it'd be some kinda sin to say a thing like that about the fine figure I see before me.
[Okay, so 'matter-of-fact' kind of goes out the window toward the end there, by which time Hank starts looking pretty proud of himself. He is proud of himself. That was smooth as hell.]
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I can't believe that really just came out of your mouth. No, really.
[But he can't hide the amusement in his tone, and after sparing a minute to look back over towards the gates he reaches out to try and tuck his fingers into Hank's collar to pull him closer. This time, however, it's less to fuck with him and more to dare to try to kiss the smugness right off his lips.]
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[He finishes with a muffled mumble against Cayde's lips - well, Cayde's mouth. Hank winds his fingers into the nearest thing - Cayde's cape - and he takes a deep breath, feeling his chest move against Cayde's, and the feeling of pulling water into his lungs, for a second, almost isn't terrible. If Hank's power's spreading his emotions around right now there'll be a hint of that, that discomfort from Hank's unthinking deep breath, but 'discomfort' is as far as it gets before Hank pulls his lips back a little and starts using teeth. Now teeth on metal isn't normally considered a comforting feeling and honestly it isn't; what it is is good, and it chases Hank's everpresent underwater freakout down back into the parts of himself where that kind of thing ought to stay.
After a good few seconds to enjoy it Hank draws back, raising his eyebrows with a little smile.]
Now that woulda been a better way to say hi, you shoulda started off with that.
[Not that Hank enjoyed the hell out of their little impromptu wrestling match just now, no sir. It was rude. Cayde is rude.]
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So Hank's...anxious? Or dying. Hopefully not the latter. It's hard to remember exactly what physical emotions feel like. To be fair on Hank's behalf, though: first world jump. And everything he's heard from the guy, it doesn't sound like magic and mysticism is too common back on his Earth.]
Okay, but let's be real: how am I supposed to know if this is an approved makeout niche in mermaid-land. Seriously. You gotta take things like that into account.
[Is he actually being serious? It's hard to tell, but after a moment there's a bright pulse of his lights and a hand reaching out to, of course, mess up Hank's hair. Sorry, not sorry, it's just too tempting.]
Remind me later to kick your ass still, put it as an open action item or something.
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Right, I forgot the bureaucratic side of all this shit. First we'll put in that action item for me to kick your ass, then we'll get our makeout paperwork straightened out. But, hey, I never got the paperwork from last time, form 69-C for uh... all that shit we did. You sure it didn't get lost in the mail?
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See, I know I started it, but when you put it like that- I know a guy back home that would do exactly that. No thanks.
[He shoots Hank a wink, then gazes back out towards the bustle of the city.]
So how about instead we just roll with it? I'm still kicking your ass, though, so don't forget about that.
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[Hank follows Cayde's gaze, looking at the city himself.]
Wanna head back in away from these gates? Not that there's anything to do in there but uh, guess it might be safer.
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[There's a definite smirk in his tone and he waggles his brow plates as he spares a glance back. Hank's got the right idea though, even with the pleasant company it's getting a little rough watching the injured file in.]
Yeah, sounds l-
[The rest of his thought is summarily interrupted as shouting suddenly rings out and everything metaphorically explodes. Somewhere in the harrow of everything, the sudden assault on the city and the abundance of the taken-esque creatures flooding (ha) the streets, the entire world goes haywire and Cayde finds himself reaching out and grabbing at Hank's shirt to pull him along and hopefully out of the way.
He hasn't had a chance to really recover when something splits the sky across the way, and it's almost surreal as a giant, inky-black tear appears in the waters over the fields.]
Okay, so- first off: what the hell. Second off: big thing over there. Third: freaky magic big thing over there?
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Hank sighs. He shakes his head, spreads his arms. He sounds very tired.]
I don't know, more fuckin weird shit.
[Maybe it says something that making out with a robot's Hank's island of normality right now, but. Fuck, it was. He purses his lips.]
I, uh. I guess I'll go- [He waves his hand vaguely, indicating whatever it is he's going to do.] -civilians, or whatever. You coming?
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Yeah, yeah-
[He hasn't taken his eyes off the rift yet, but he does spare a quick glance over to Hank.]
Gimme just a sec, I gotta, uh, see a guy about a freaky magic thing.
[Curiosity killed the cat, but he can't help it as he pushes off the sandy bottom and starts to make his way towards the thing that he, for all intents and purposes, probably should stay away from.]
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He can't let Cayde go in there by himself. Not when he's here, the only backup the guy's gonna get before he makes it up there.
Hank makes a frustrated noise, exasperated, so, so fucking tired. He starts swimming after him.]
You know you don't, actually, right? You can just... let it be weird up there.