Shut up! He's not a friend, dammit! [of course dabi's going to be a pain in the ass about it. unlike tokoyami, the blonde's never directly confronted the flame-wielding villain, but that doesn't change anything about how concerning he is. if this guy thought he could convert someone like tokoyami to his side, he's as stupid as shigaraki thinking he might be able to talk the explosive hero into joining the league of villains. blah blah fucking blah. blind and dumb like normal.]
You're fucking rude too! [does he realize that dabi's actually being decent here? even for a short moment? yes. that's why he's only thinking about demanding answers from these bird-headed freaks. but the fact the villain hasn't done that kind of thing already, or isn't advising it, despite being someone who doesn't take orders from anyone, insinuates he's either already done something like that to no effect, or determined by now trying it won't be of any help. really doubts this scumbag is playing along because he wants to. and while it might be fun to get this guy in trouble...
he does need some decent clothes. wrinkled skin, lanky arm, sinewy muscle, all of that lands right atop his bare shoulders and the blonde bristles up instantly from the feeling. at least it's not his damn neck, but dabi's the one who grabbed him by his nape a long time ago! he really should kick him right in the balls.]
Haa?! What friend?! [and now these bastards are looking at him. he twitches his head back, lips curling in a dark snarl of aversion and threat. it only gets worse when the man beside him opts to throw in another fucking jab.] SHUT UP! THAT'S NO ONE'S FUCKING BUSINESS!!
[but any war he wants to start with dabi gets completely side-railed as the flock of gull-headed assholes suddenly swarm them. he barely gets the sensation of those fingers sliding off his body before he's accosted by the group.] Wha-?! FUCK!! PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES BACK ON! DON'T TOUCH ME! BACK OFF!! HELL NO!! [and more. jerking and twisting, anything to try and get out of the grip of these bastard! hands grab at the robe he's tied around his waist and he's fighting them to keep it on! it's bad enough these bastards want him to wear something THAT tiny! it's way worse to know they're used tiny.
of course, as expected, it all culminates in a massive "KABOOOM!!" that sends birds and bodies flying out from the blazing interior. leaving the explosive hero in a cloud of smoke, shoulders hunched and face the look of monstrous rage. but it's at least got the fuckers off him. with one hard yank, he ties the robe around his waist, forming a decent-looking sarong of sorts about his waist. where the fuck is dabi-]
YOU!! [he tried to abandon him to these beasts!] YOU'RE DEAD!!
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You're fucking rude too! [does he realize that dabi's actually being decent here? even for a short moment? yes. that's why he's only thinking about demanding answers from these bird-headed freaks. but the fact the villain hasn't done that kind of thing already, or isn't advising it, despite being someone who doesn't take orders from anyone, insinuates he's either already done something like that to no effect, or determined by now trying it won't be of any help. really doubts this scumbag is playing along because he wants to. and while it might be fun to get this guy in trouble...
he does need some decent clothes. wrinkled skin, lanky arm, sinewy muscle, all of that lands right atop his bare shoulders and the blonde bristles up instantly from the feeling. at least it's not his damn neck, but dabi's the one who grabbed him by his nape a long time ago! he really should kick him right in the balls.]
Haa?! What friend?! [and now these bastards are looking at him. he twitches his head back, lips curling in a dark snarl of aversion and threat. it only gets worse when the man beside him opts to throw in another fucking jab.] SHUT UP! THAT'S NO ONE'S FUCKING BUSINESS!!
[but any war he wants to start with dabi gets completely side-railed as the flock of gull-headed assholes suddenly swarm them. he barely gets the sensation of those fingers sliding off his body before he's accosted by the group.] Wha-?! FUCK!! PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES BACK ON! DON'T TOUCH ME! BACK OFF!! HELL NO!! [and more. jerking and twisting, anything to try and get out of the grip of these bastard! hands grab at the robe he's tied around his waist and he's fighting them to keep it on! it's bad enough these bastards want him to wear something THAT tiny! it's way worse to know they're used tiny.
of course, as expected, it all culminates in a massive "KABOOOM!!" that sends birds and bodies flying out from the blazing interior. leaving the explosive hero in a cloud of smoke, shoulders hunched and face the look of monstrous rage. but it's at least got the fuckers off him. with one hard yank, he ties the robe around his waist, forming a decent-looking sarong of sorts about his waist. where the fuck is dabi-]
YOU!! [he tried to abandon him to these beasts!] YOU'RE DEAD!!