[ It'll take a little effort for Dabi to extricate himself and take that step back; Fuuta gives a little whine in complaint when makes the smallest move to pull back, clearly wanting to stay limpeted against him. It's only with great reluctance that he untangles enough for Dabi to generously arrange his hoodie on the sand -- a gesture that, unfortunately, mostly goes underappreciated. Sand be damned, Fuuta mostly just wants to go back to staying plastered against Dabi's side, doubly so when plopping himself down onto his hoodie too quickly has his field of vision wobbling; Fuuta tucks himself up against Dabi's side, face buried into the fabric of his shirt as he takes a few deep breaths and wills his addled brain to settle down.
Then he laughs. Just a little, just a few low huffs, almost muffled into Dabi's side. But, like. How could he not? Dabi said it himself -- it does sound a little stupid. ]
Can't believe heroes and villains are real. [ A bleary mumble as he mashes his face into Dabi's shoulder, dragging against the fabric and smushing his words there. ] Y'know how bullshit it is that you just laid that on me and then said I can't ask questions? Can't believe any of that's real. Can't even imagine what it's like. [ A sigh. ] ... probably would've wanted to be one, if I was from a place like yours. A pro hero.
[ One more slow exhale before he sits up a little, just so he can raise his head. All of that nuzzling's pulled his eyepatch a touch askew, and he wearily fixes it before slumping against Dabi's side once more. Without his hoodie, the air feels chill where his damp T-shirt's stuck to his body; the warmth that Dabi radiates is a perfect counter to it.
And as he makes himself comfortable, settled right there, so nobody else can claim that spot next to Dabi, he mutters, ]
-- anyway, you said it's not your fault, didn't you? What you did. So it's not really your fault people think you're a villain, right?
[ Of course he's going to accept everything Dabi said at face value. Why wouldn't he? Dabi had accepted his own explanation without any doubt, so clearly his self-evaluation will be accurate and trustworthy. Objective, even. If Dabi says that he killed, but it wasn't his fault, then there must have been extenuating circumstances. It was in self-defense, or some sort of complicated situation, or he was punishing people who deserved it ... right?
Dabi might note that, despite what he says, Fuuta doesn't ask for further elaboration. Because even drunk, even pliant and trusting and addled like this, a tiny corner of his mind does still fear what Dabi's status as a 'villain' might entail. It's much easier to put that sort of stuff out of sight, out of mind, and just assume what's best suited for his purposes, after all. After a pause, Fuuta continues quietly: ] I wanna know how your family fucked up. ... and don't get all pissy this time, like during that game. I'm on your side, y'know.
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Then he laughs. Just a little, just a few low huffs, almost muffled into Dabi's side. But, like. How could he not? Dabi said it himself -- it does sound a little stupid. ]
Can't believe heroes and villains are real. [ A bleary mumble as he mashes his face into Dabi's shoulder, dragging against the fabric and smushing his words there. ] Y'know how bullshit it is that you just laid that on me and then said I can't ask questions? Can't believe any of that's real. Can't even imagine what it's like. [ A sigh. ] ... probably would've wanted to be one, if I was from a place like yours. A pro hero.
[ One more slow exhale before he sits up a little, just so he can raise his head. All of that nuzzling's pulled his eyepatch a touch askew, and he wearily fixes it before slumping against Dabi's side once more. Without his hoodie, the air feels chill where his damp T-shirt's stuck to his body; the warmth that Dabi radiates is a perfect counter to it.
And as he makes himself comfortable, settled right there, so nobody else can claim that spot next to Dabi, he mutters, ]
-- anyway, you said it's not your fault, didn't you? What you did. So it's not really your fault people think you're a villain, right?
[ Of course he's going to accept everything Dabi said at face value. Why wouldn't he? Dabi had accepted his own explanation without any doubt, so clearly his self-evaluation will be accurate and trustworthy. Objective, even. If Dabi says that he killed, but it wasn't his fault, then there must have been extenuating circumstances. It was in self-defense, or some sort of complicated situation, or he was punishing people who deserved it ... right?
Dabi might note that, despite what he says, Fuuta doesn't ask for further elaboration. Because even drunk, even pliant and trusting and addled like this, a tiny corner of his mind does still fear what Dabi's status as a 'villain' might entail. It's much easier to put that sort of stuff out of sight, out of mind, and just assume what's best suited for his purposes, after all. After a pause, Fuuta continues quietly: ] I wanna know how your family fucked up. ... and don't get all pissy this time, like during that game. I'm on your side, y'know.