[smack him in the face and he'll crack a shin into those balls. pretty sure those still have nerves in them, or else dabi'd be a pathetic draw for this place. luckily there's no smack, so there's no nut shot. it's another reason he didn't hit the man's hand hard when he poked at him. despite the utter inane reality of it, seems like a battle with dabi is shelved for now. as the man puts his hands back in his pockets-- again, so fucking weird to see him in anything but black --the surreal notion of all of this seems to hit a lot harder. are they seriously being civil? this guy who kidnapped him several months ago. what the fuck?
he can't give dabi much more information on the war, having only seen him at the start (that much white looks shit on you, bacon face), but he knows shouto bested him first before dabi managed to revive and make his way to endeavor. beyond that, he only knows neither of them died the last he heard in faint updates. perhaps because he only heard bits and pieces in his comm as he staggered to the edge of u.a. like a zombie back from the dead... maybe they shouldn't talk about the war if they want to try and get along.
his eyes narrow, brows furrowing at the sudden thud of information.]
Huh? [the worst part of this is that he actually believes dabi. mostly because a man like him would have already tried to get home. he's crazy like that. the other part...] WHAT?!
[cue gaping at him like a fool for a hot second before flaring up instantly. his shoulders hike and both hands fly up with exploding palms like it's some kind of physical expression of protest.]
WHAT KINDA SHIT'S IN YOUR HEAD?! WHO'D BELIEVE THAT?!
[he might trust dabi in the not-easily-getting-home part, but this?! that's fucking perverted!! it just makes his face even redder when the guy brings up clothes and straight of "fuck" right out of his mouth.]
FINE!! I WANT CLOTHES!! DIE!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?!
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he can't give dabi much more information on the war, having only seen him at the start (that much white looks shit on you, bacon face), but he knows shouto bested him first before dabi managed to revive and make his way to endeavor. beyond that, he only knows neither of them died the last he heard in faint updates. perhaps because he only heard bits and pieces in his comm as he staggered to the edge of u.a. like a zombie back from the dead... maybe they shouldn't talk about the war if they want to try and get along.
his eyes narrow, brows furrowing at the sudden thud of information.]
Huh? [the worst part of this is that he actually believes dabi. mostly because a man like him would have already tried to get home. he's crazy like that. the other part...] WHAT?!
[cue gaping at him like a fool for a hot second before flaring up instantly. his shoulders hike and both hands fly up with exploding palms like it's some kind of physical expression of protest.]
WHAT KINDA SHIT'S IN YOUR HEAD?! WHO'D BELIEVE THAT?!
[he might trust dabi in the not-easily-getting-home part, but this?! that's fucking perverted!! it just makes his face even redder when the guy brings up clothes and straight of "fuck" right out of his mouth.]
FINE!! I WANT CLOTHES!! DIE!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?!