[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 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.