[ Miyako hadn't thought much about if someone else would be there in her exhaustion, riddle panic (which, to be fair, they did just get reborn, so she's a little slow to focus on other things). She becomes more mullfiied by the second hearing a voice - a very masculine one and goes further red. It's only the sensible thing to do in this situation!
Hawkmon, disgruntled in his own slime, but prioritizing his partner's safety and well-being as ever gives a sharp look to the man. It almost looks like the little bird is ready to throw down if necessary, but he ultimately blinks in surprise. He still manages to somehow look like he's blushing beneath his white plummage as he clears his throat - ]
Yes - Well, that will do. Thank you, sir!
[ He may have stumbled for his own words slightly - but he's nevertheless a very polite thing with his new task in hand. He takes the clothes with a tiny bow and turns to his partner. Who's very quick to yoink them away and turn away as quickly as possible - at last Hawkmon doesn't seem to be unperturbed by it.
(Hawkmon will get the towel in a few minutes - for now he's gently shaking sludge off his feathers and feeling very undignified doing so). But it's only a few moments later when she's feeling a little more covered and a little more clean that she drudges up an a response. ]
Thanks. [ It's far more mumbled and less polite than the hawks. She tilts her head back to look at him, squinting from lack of her glasses - ] Who are you?
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Hawkmon, disgruntled in his own slime, but prioritizing his partner's safety and well-being as ever gives a sharp look to the man. It almost looks like the little bird is ready to throw down if necessary, but he ultimately blinks in surprise. He still manages to somehow look like he's blushing beneath his white plummage as he clears his throat - ]
Yes - Well, that will do. Thank you, sir!
[ He may have stumbled for his own words slightly - but he's nevertheless a very polite thing with his new task in hand. He takes the clothes with a tiny bow and turns to his partner. Who's very quick to yoink them away and turn away as quickly as possible - at last Hawkmon doesn't seem to be unperturbed by it.
(Hawkmon will get the towel in a few minutes - for now he's gently shaking sludge off his feathers and feeling very undignified doing so). But it's only a few moments later when she's feeling a little more covered and a little more clean that she drudges up an a response. ]
Thanks. [ It's far more mumbled and less polite than the hawks. She tilts her head back to look at him, squinting from lack of her glasses - ] Who are you?