[yeah, it's definitely dabi. his brows furrow in distrust and annoyance as he watches that half-charred mouth curve up in a grin he's only seen once or twice, but knows the man's capable of despite his usually impassive face.]
Eyes up here, bastard! [dammit, does he really wanna get an explosion shoved in his face as "encouragement" to keep those eyes on his face?! cause it's very tempting to do just that. it's still hard to get his own head around the image of dabi standing in such an alien appearance. those casual clothes... where the hell's all the black? the amount of scarring on the villain's body is a lot more apparent with the visible skin. his torso's still tight from readiness so dabi's eyes get a chiseled sculpture to wander along when he goes up. what a damn creep.
his scars show easily on his own flesh, torn open on the right side of his stomach, another punched through his left shoulder, and the large burst blown across the middle of his chest, which looks tender enough to be recent. the last time he saw dabi in any capacity was during the first war, when he tried to torch shoto and endeavor before jeanist snagged him. the only other time was a brief glimpse before the villains were shunted off at the start of the final war. what the hell's he been up to all this time?
the question earns a sneer.] How the fuck should I know? I just woke up.
[it's strange to even admit that, but whatever the hell's going on decided it'd be "fine" to throw dabi at him in such a scenario. is this even the villain? is he having a weird as fuck dream?! there's so mu-]
SIX MONTHS!? [yeah screw the comment about territory and tempers. he locks onto that with a stunned gape that quickly turns into a confused rage.] Bullshit! You're fighting in a damn war!
[this has to be some illusion. a real shitty one if they think this is convincing. it's almost enough to make him completely dismiss dabi as nothing more than a trick of light. what the hell's he rambling about now?]
Who the hell are you? [as much as he doesn't like dabi, someone deciding to adopt the villain's image is insulting. his hand curls, knuckles cracking threateningly.]
does the dead man wanna keep talking?
Eyes up here, bastard! [dammit, does he really wanna get an explosion shoved in his face as "encouragement" to keep those eyes on his face?! cause it's very tempting to do just that. it's still hard to get his own head around the image of dabi standing in such an alien appearance. those casual clothes... where the hell's all the black? the amount of scarring on the villain's body is a lot more apparent with the visible skin. his torso's still tight from readiness so dabi's eyes get a chiseled sculpture to wander along when he goes up. what a damn creep.
his scars show easily on his own flesh, torn open on the right side of his stomach, another punched through his left shoulder, and the large burst blown across the middle of his chest, which looks tender enough to be recent. the last time he saw dabi in any capacity was during the first war, when he tried to torch shoto and endeavor before jeanist snagged him. the only other time was a brief glimpse before the villains were shunted off at the start of the final war. what the hell's he been up to all this time?
the question earns a sneer.] How the fuck should I know? I just woke up.
[it's strange to even admit that, but whatever the hell's going on decided it'd be "fine" to throw dabi at him in such a scenario. is this even the villain? is he having a weird as fuck dream?! there's so mu-]
SIX MONTHS!? [yeah screw the comment about territory and tempers. he locks onto that with a stunned gape that quickly turns into a confused rage.] Bullshit! You're fighting in a damn war!
[this has to be some illusion. a real shitty one if they think this is convincing. it's almost enough to make him completely dismiss dabi as nothing more than a trick of light. what the hell's he rambling about now?]
Who the hell are you? [as much as he doesn't like dabi, someone deciding to adopt the villain's image is insulting. his hand curls, knuckles cracking threateningly.]