Yes, Please. #hunter #monster #a Hoonter Must Hoont

He grins at the two Poppies and grips her hand. "I'd love to see something new! Show me what you've got, sweetie."

He's looking forward to exploring the Haven from her perspective. He's rarely seen it casually and is thoroughly enjoying her excitement. It's terribly infectious.

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

A hunter, huh? What do you hunt, exactly?

Monsters, yokai, demons, oni, vampires, lycanthropes, the occasional megalomaniac, and a good chili dog.

Do you wear those sunglasses for fun or are your eyes broke?

As a creature of the night, my eyes are very light sensitive. As long as it's dark I can see great, but sunlight hurts like a &$#@&(. Also, I hate eye contact. Awkward.

Agreed.

Irina Hirondelle