[ Dabi would be entirely valid in calling out Fuuta for his bullshit. It's not even like he thinks it was anything particularly salient he said himself, either. It was just his usual cowardly attempt to sidestep having to say anything actually meaningful -- like acknowledging this is something even close to a date, like putting in concrete words that he'll talk about things as was promised.
At least Dabi will be getting great bang for his buck this time, maybe even more than the previous times Fuuta's mooched off him, at least in terms of gleaning new information. ]
Not alone. There were others -- nine other people. Ten of us in total.
[ It's partly thanks to the alcohol that Fuuta's dropped his usual skittish attitude for now, speaking frankly, if wearily, plowing through his words at a gritted deadpan. Though honestly, it's more that ... there's a certain catharsis in giving up on his usual secrecy and just laying things out. Talking about it frankly for once. He sighs briefly, fishing the blackberry from his drink to eat before continuing with a frown. ]
And there was a warden to explain things. Lined all ten of us up and gave us a lecture. Hated the warden, they were a fucking brat, like, sixteen or something. -- before you ask, I did try attacking'em, to see if it would get us out. Nobody else was doing anything useful, so I figured I was the one who had to. Didn't do shit, though. There was some ... forcefield. Made it so I couldn't even touch'em. So we really were just stuck there.
[ It's abrupt, when he tacks on the next bit, before Dabi can raise the very reasonable question of what the warden had told him: ]
What's 'quirks?' [ He tries to say it plainly, feigning casual, but Dabi might notice the way Fuuta's fidgeting with the little pick the blackberry had been speared on. Nervous, testing the waters instead of just saying whatever comes to mind in his usual bold fashion, because he now knows this is testy territory. ] S'it what you meant by your family ... being messed up?
[ Is that wording permissible? His shoulders are a little tense as he gauges Dabi's reaction with a sideways glance. ]
no subject
At least Dabi will be getting great bang for his buck this time, maybe even more than the previous times Fuuta's mooched off him, at least in terms of gleaning new information. ]
Not alone. There were others -- nine other people. Ten of us in total.
[ It's partly thanks to the alcohol that Fuuta's dropped his usual skittish attitude for now, speaking frankly, if wearily, plowing through his words at a gritted deadpan. Though honestly, it's more that ... there's a certain catharsis in giving up on his usual secrecy and just laying things out. Talking about it frankly for once. He sighs briefly, fishing the blackberry from his drink to eat before continuing with a frown. ]
And there was a warden to explain things. Lined all ten of us up and gave us a lecture. Hated the warden, they were a fucking brat, like, sixteen or something. -- before you ask, I did try attacking'em, to see if it would get us out. Nobody else was doing anything useful, so I figured I was the one who had to. Didn't do shit, though. There was some ... forcefield. Made it so I couldn't even touch'em. So we really were just stuck there.
[ It's abrupt, when he tacks on the next bit, before Dabi can raise the very reasonable question of what the warden had told him: ]
What's 'quirks?' [ He tries to say it plainly, feigning casual, but Dabi might notice the way Fuuta's fidgeting with the little pick the blackberry had been speared on. Nervous, testing the waters instead of just saying whatever comes to mind in his usual bold fashion, because he now knows this is testy territory. ] S'it what you meant by your family ... being messed up?
[ Is that wording permissible? His shoulders are a little tense as he gauges Dabi's reaction with a sideways glance. ]