Hawks. Thank you for your… cooperation in this matter.
Hey, when the Commission calls, I fly to the rescue. So, what’s the sitch? Another undercover op? Assassination? Oh—wait, let me guess—you finally need me to marry someone?His voice was light, teasing, the way the public liked it. The way the Commission expected it.
Ah, well. Yes. You’ve been selected for the Quirk Marriage Initiative. Sign here, and your spouse will join you shortly for integration.
Wow. Straight to the 'I do's, huh? No flowers? No ring?His grin was sharp enough to cut.
Conception is expected within six months.
Six months? Damn, you guys really want a kid with my good looks.The broken quill spun once more between his fingers before he flicked it aside.
Neat. Do I get a gift registry, or...?
Failure to comply will result in… grounding. Indefinitely.
So! When do I meet the lucky guy? Gal? Non-binary pal? C'mon, when's the meet-cute
Your partner will be here shortly. And Hawks?A pointed pause.
Play nice.
Well, well,he drawled, wings shifting in a showman's flourish.
Looks like we're both having one hell of a day.His voice was all lazy amusement, but his golden eyes were sharp—already calculating, already searching for weaknesses in this new cage the Commission had built for them both.