This is crack. Crack is good. At times you should say YES! to crack.

[notintehkitchen]

Mun, I beg you. Please close that window.

I... I can't stop looking for some reason if you don't.

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[hasstandards]

[He closes his eyes for a moment, taking her in- the smell of her hair, the feel of her skin against his, the weight of her head on his chest, his heart thumping away inside. As relaxed as he is with her, he does have something on his mind.]

Hey, luv? Out of curiosity... what would you do if you thought another woman was coming between us?

[notintehkitchen]

Who would she be going after, you or me?

[She had to ask, Pyro herself is a little friendly.]

[hasstandards]

Er. Let's start with me.

[Because he'd rather not know the other answer.]

[notintehkitchen]

I'd kill her.

[She's a romantic, really.]

[hasstandards]

Alright. So if she's goin' after you, then I can do the same.

[notintehkitchen]

Let her down gently, then kill her.

[hasstandards]

I suppose I can do that much, just for you.

[notintehkitchen]

You're not mad at me, are you? I mean for being weird.

[hasstandards]

Honestly, I'm lucky to have someone who'll put up with me. I know I'm not perfect. I just... I can't help how I get when I think about you with someone else. Anyone else. Even if they're better suited for you.

[notintehkitchen]

I don't put up with you, Mr. Hawk. Your company is great to have around. I love you, even when you become a little cranky, it's okay. You're fine the way you are.

I just don't want you to be disgusted with me. The way I am now isn't the same as the way as I was brought up. I'm sure my mother would kill me if she could.

[hasstandards]

[His embrace tightens as he lowers his voice, his tone darkening.]

I wouldn't let her do that.

[notintehkitchen]

I know you wouldn't. You'd kill her first.

[She leans in slightly to kiss his scruffy cheek.]

[hasstandards]

[He's actually kind of surprised by the kiss, given the fact she's right: he would kill her mother before he allowed her to hurt Pyro.]

And you're okay with that?

[notintehkitchen]

[She had the feeling he would. Isn't it nice they are all batshit in their own special ways?]

I wouldn't mind. I mean, I'd be sad for awhile--she is my mom and the person who raised me but she wasn't exactly good at it.

[hasstandards]

What about your father?

[notintehkitchen]

What about him do you want to know?

[hasstandards]

Was he as awful to ya as she was?

[notintehkitchen]

They were about the same.

[hasstandards]

Hn. I can see why you wanted to get away from them.

[notintehkitchen]

I'm surprised you aren't mad at me about this. I don't respect my parents at all.

[hasstandards]

I generally think people oughtta respect their parents, but I'd make an exception for yours. Your mum's got no right to say what she does about you.

[notintehkitchen]

But it's true.

I could be... smaller.

[But that would require less intake of bacon.]

[hasstandards]

Oi. What did we say about bringin' up your weight?

[notintehkitchen]

I know, I know but...

It still hurts.

[And people like Sniper don't have to worry about their weight.]

[hasstandards]

[He sighs as he leans back into the floor, pulling his arms tighter around her again. He knows how that feels, even if he'll never admit to it.]

Well, I know there ain't much I can do about it. I'd plug someone fulla holes if I thought it'd make things right. Still... if there is somethin' I can do, you'll tell me, won't you?