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Continued Hawk!AU Delta/York

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"Teach me," Delta smiles at his Hawk. Surely that would work as a means for them to build trust. Or... well, it might. "I can sorta doggy paddle in the shallow end and not much more. But... I mean, I'm supposed to trust you, just as much as you're supposed to come to trust me. I'm supposed to obey when you give me instructions when it's for my health and well-being. Swim instruction is like that. Maybe it isn't a perfect replacement and we'll need to come up with a good stand in for your part of it, but it would be a great start for us, won't require me to leave the house, AND because my progenitor set the indoor pool in the house up to lock to the user so that he and Mom can have their Hawk feel comfortable disrobing, we can set it up for just you and me."

Plus lifeguard. Bonus.

Re: Continued Hawk!AU Delta/York

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Huh.

'That is actually a pretty good idea,' he says, looking thoughtfully at nothing. Yes, this could work. It will help build trust and also ensure Delta isn't going to drown by being dropped in water.

'Yeah, I like that.'

Re: Continued Hawk!AU Delta/York

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"Well then, give me my datapad," Delta says, pointing toward the couch where he left it. "I am going to order you some swim trunks. Will be here within the hour of course. You'll have to give me your size."

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Reaching over, he picks up the data pad and duly hands it over. 'Size sixteen,' he says.

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"Okay, color?" Delta asks as he starts typing rapidly. "Do you like board short style or looser? Are floral styles forbidden? String or Velcro? Give me data so I can... fuck it we'll get you a few. Not too heavy of course. Delivery drone should be fastest."

He has more options than can be believed available to him.

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'Preferably not floral, other than that, I don't mind. I prefer board shorts, elastic over string or velcro, but string if they don't have elastic.'

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Within moments Delta has a selection of five different styles of board shorts in York's preferred size ordered. And, as he always found himself doing when he bought things online, he made sure to donate an equal amount of funds to a random charity. He hated spending without helping other people, especially when he was buying an excessive amount of stuff. Whatever York didn't like would also get donated, after being offered first to the servants to see if anyone would fit them.

Delta wasn't big on waste.

"Okay, that will be here soon. So we've got some things to do first," Delta muses. "First I have to fish out my own swimwear. And take a shower. We'll get towels from the poolside area of course, we keep them there. You'll be able to wear the armor there, we have a changing space there for Hawks. Is that okay? Is there anything else we should get? Have snacks sent ahead of us, drinks?"

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York waits patiently, his fingers tapping a random rhythm on his knee. It doesn't take long before Delta is closing the laptop and seems to be done. That was rather impressively quick.

'And this place is secure?' With him out of armor and unmasked and Delta vulnerable, there need to be no security risks from potential internal or external threats.

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"You've already met the man who sired me," he answers, clearly taking that whole 'not calling him father' thing seriously. "Do you think his paranoia is anything less than about his security? My great-grandparents, before Hawks got as big as they are, they used the outdoor pool. Grandma had the inside one put in for her Hawks. And Dad made the security practically equal to a damn panic room."

Which was going to benefit them. Of course Delta didn't mind at all. It meant his father couldn't get in at him.

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'That sounds like an acceptable amount of security,' he agrees. Also sounds like Delta's family have been in this business since the beginning, or at least close to it. So they know what they're doing, it's clearly working for them if they've lasted this long.

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"Acceptable," Delta chuckles, shaking his head. What in the world would impress the man? But he supposed that wasn't the point. What he needed to focus on was getting his own board shorts out so he could change into them when they got to the pool. "I suppose that's a way to put it. When your family pretty much helps create this whole institution we find ourselves in, you sort of have to get paranoid."

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'Sorry,' he says a little ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck. As security and infiltration, he spends even more time on building security than other Hawks, which is saying something. 'Indeed you do. Well, kudos to them, they seem to have done a thorough job.'

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"Yeah. But sometimes this place feels like a prison," Delta counters. And that is from someone who personally has a panic room that he works in. But that's just him. "And honestly, I want your careful eyes. I want to know how this place can be better."

Blind Date for York and Delta

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The first thing that needs to be said about all of this mess is that none of it was his idea. Not one part of it. It had been Omega who had thought of hte whole thing.

'You've got time, Delta. And frankly you need something more in your life than just living for the kids. So I'm being the best big brother you've got... yeah I know, only older brother shut up and let me finish... I'm being a great older brother and I've got you a night off and a date.'

Where Omega had gotten the idea of setting up a dating profile for him, Delta didn't know. Actually, no, he figured it was Gamma who had planned it. And executed the whole online profile, gotten a picture set up, done everything down to arranging for the date. Chances were, given the quality of the restaurant and that the reservations were in Delta's name, possibly even hacked some databases to get this table for him.

For all the good it was doing Delta. He sighs and waves the waiter away as the man tries, yet again, to ask if he's ready. Delta got here early, it's not going to be the fault of his date. Yet. He's only been here fifteen minutes. The man was only supposed to arrive ten minutes ago. And Delta didn't exactly have access to whatever account his brothers had made for him, so he couldn't see if there was a message telling him the guy was running late. All he can do is sit here, sipping again from his water glass, hoping something will change. Oh, and of course, toying with his green tie. Of course Omega would choose something like that as the sign for his pending dinner partner.

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Twenty three minutes late isn't... awful. The traffic might be bad, or maybe it's the public transport. And maybe her phone is out of battery or she's nearly here anyway so there's no point in texting. Whatever the reason, it's left the man most commonly known as York alone at a table in this restaurant for almost half an hour.

He caved to a drink ten minutes ago, a breadboard five minutes later, so now he passes the time dunking focaccia in olive oil and trying to distract his eye from the door by looking at anything else. A nicely dressed family enjoys their meal in a booth, a group of three swap stories over drinks, a waiter is dismissed by a man who is fidgeting. Nicely dressed with a nicer face, dark hair and glasses that frame his face well. Seems York is not the only one waiting.

The door opens and York looks away, eye lighting up a little in hope. But a man steps inside and York sighs and dunks another piece of bread. Still nothing.

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York isn't the only one whose eyes snap up at the door opening. No, Delta's attention darts for the door as well. Still nothing. He's supposed to be looking for a man with a bouquet of daisies. Nothing in that person's hands. Frustrated, Delta pulls out his datapad. Might as well catch up on some reading while he waits. Better to keep track of the time too.

Omega is so dead.

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She's not coming. As York hits the half hour mark past their meeting time, he sighs, finally accepting that he's been stood up. He considers leaving but... hell, he's here. Might as well enjoy the food. He catches the eye of the waiter and orders while ignoring the sympathetic glances she gives him. And maybe if the cute guy in green gets stood up as well, they can bond over rude partners.

But then a few minutes later, the door opens to a man with a small clutch of flowers who scans the room and then makes a beeline for green guy's table.

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Flowers. Delta looks up when he sees the man enter with a bouquet. Watches intently. And then sighs.

Roses. At the table behind him a woman springs to her feet and rushes over to meet the man with the bouquet, and they embrace. Right at Delta's side. Really? Can't they do this at their table? It takes a lot not to roll his eyes at the whole thing, but rather to be patient and wait for them to move away to their own table. This time when the waiter shows up at his table, Delta sighs and opens the menu.

"A glass of the house white and the relish platter as an appetizer."

The waiter, the same as York's table, gives this second poor idiot a sympathetic look as well.

"Sorry," the guy says as he jots this down. "It happens sometimes. More than you'd think. I think people get intimidated to have a date set up here."

"I'm sure," Delta agrees. "I'll keep the menu for now. Thank you."

With that the waiter nods and walks off to go get what Delta requested.

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Not luck for green guy either. Seems tonight is a night for disappointments in this restaurant. York leans back as he waits for the main course, idly picking the bread to pieces in his fingers and dipping it in the oil when he remembers.

The family that had been eating get up and leave. There are still a number people in the restaurant, most in couples or groups. Luckily there are no large groups, those can get noisy.

Actually, aside from himself, green guy is the only loner.

Well then.

'Hey. Did you know if you get stood up on a date, you might get free desert?'

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What? Someone's talking to him? Delta looks up from his miserable phone game and consideration that he was going to chew Omega out by text. He looks around and tries to figure out the source and finds a man. A handsome man. A handsome man sitting alone and looking almost as messed up as Delta is.

"Really?" he asks, a sad smile on his face. "Do they do chocolate lava cake? I adore chocolate."

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Oh no, he's even cuter head on. York smiles as the man looks around and meets his gaze. That sad smile only makes York want to help it not be sad anymore. It seems chocolate is at least one way of achieving that.

'I'm sure they've got something chocolatey, if not lava cake,' he says, giving a lopsided grin. 'I'll admit, I didn't get that far in the menu.'

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"Neither had I. I'm afraid I won't achieve that much," Delta admits. "Are you also waiting?"

His own menu still waits and he flips it open and considers the dessert section. "Chocolate fudge cookie with vanilla ice cream and fudge poured over it. Looks lovely."

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'I think I've given up on the waiting at this point,' he admits with a rueful chuckle. 'But might as well not waste the trip.'

He lets out a low whistle. 'Damn. Sounds delicious. At least you've got that to look forward to.'

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"Not really," Delta says. He can't really afford that indulgence when there isn't someone he's entertaining. "Appetizer and if he doesn't show, I go."

Simple as that.

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He. York's smile widens just a touch. Is it too early to flirt? Should probably confirm that the man's date isn't showing first. Or he could just...

'Desert on me if he doesn't show?'