Sorry for not updating. I got ill and then once the new school year started I got behind on everything but now it's all sorted and I'll be back to my usual updates. Thank you for your patience and understanding （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ
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"So..." Hawks said as they walked through the mall. "Is that a good 'so' or a bad 'so'?" (Y/n) asked. "Umm I don't know." He said truthfully making her giggle. "Well, that helps a lot. Just tell me what you want."
"I have questions."
"About the cage."
"Bingo." He said making her sigh. "3 questions. That's it." She compromised. "Okay, let me think. I gotta make these count." They walked around for a minute, him just thinking of questions to ask her whilst she window shopped, searching for clothes she liked. "Ooh, let's go in here." (Y/n) said as she saw some clothes that she liked.
Hawks followed her into the store just coming up with a question. "Okay, first question. When did you become so strong? Well I knew you were strong but how?" He asked. She took a minuet to think about it whilst shuffling through the clothes looking for her size.
"Well, my dad did most of the work around the house. He built all the furniture, fixed anything that was broken. Unless he was paying someone else to fix it, it'd be him doing it. I felt bad. I was an only child and he never had a son or a friend to fix stuff with. I thought he'd get lonely so I helped him. He taught me everything he knew. I got pretty good at it too. If you ever need your sink fixed I could do it with my eyes closed," she chuckled, "Anyway, doing work around the house also meant carrying a bunch of heavy tools or moving furniture. My dad's old with a bad back so I did most of the heavy lifting. I guess that's where I got my strength."
As she talked she simultaneously picked out clothes and handed them to Hawks for him to hold. "That's sweet of you."
"Yeah. He also taught me how to shoot. I remember when he gave me my first gun." She said, quietly reminiscing on the past which Hawks can on assume to be graphic. "And how old were you exactly?" He asked, almost fearing the answer. "13."
