[it's not just being a damn goody-two-shoes; it's being protective of himself! if he's going to make a stupid decision, he's going to make it the least stupid he can and know about it! watering down alcohol is the only solution he's got on the immediate hand and still keep dabi on his own track. as much as he hates having to 'team up' with the guy, there's something about a perfect stranger versus someone he at least knows. who is also a prisoner here. ironically, a cigarette offered would've had a simple, curt reply. and dabi would've been out a cigarette. considering the drink had some fruit on a stick in it, he debates on eating them as well. tch, they were probably soaking in alcohol or some kind of doctored solution before getting stuck in here. one risk is enough. the stick clinks against an empty glass' side, all three cups left clustered together on the bar top. his stomach feels heavy from dumping all that liquid in there so suddenly, but it's worth it to get that wretched taste out of his mouth and throat. does it burn? does it rake? does it leave a sickly sweet coating over the back of his gullet? all three actually. sparks fire in his mind, thoughts zipping around about whether he'll suddenly stumble around intoxicated, be left with a headache or a soft buzz, or will it turn into some other effect he isn't aware of the stereotypes?
who knows. shit part is, dabi's gonna be the one to find out, when or if there's any effect. great. just who he wanted to share his first drink with. at the very least, the fried villain doesn't mock him for his acrid reaction to the drink. he chugged it so there was less time for it to affect him! is that how it works? who the hell knows?! maybe he'll puke it out in a few minutes. dabi's sitting there so calmly, enjoying himself while the blonde wishes he'd choke on his damn fruit cubes.]
I'll fin-! [-d a way. is what he'd been going to say, only to slice off by a languid tone and amused voice. the weighty silence already indicates a number of answers, leaving his skin crawling across his shoulders and face starting to grow hotter than he wants to admit. fuck you if you think he's gonna get flustered around your half-baked skin!]
I KNOW THAT!! You don't have to repeat it! [dabi already made that painfully clear. and the worst part is, he's getting closer to believing him. are there other ways? maybe. damn well he'll find out. not from this prick. snarling quietly, each word drops into his stomach, plunking down like weights in the liquid-filled pouch behind his abs. pay it forward. god he wants to punch dabi's hand and shove that toothpick through his stupid uvula. shut off his garish grin.
there's no way to even describe the feeling. his body for money. heroes serve others for payment, of course, but there's a canyon of difference between cleaning up the ruins of a building and agreeing to have sex. the fact he hasn't really done anything before is another heavy weight clinging to his chest. if this place really runs on that idea though... panic clashes against rage against need against pride against determination. dabi's tricked him before. this could be a lie. but if he just... gets it over with, it would make life in this place easier. shit, shit, shit! with this guy!? versus another stranger he has zero clue about? stomach twisting, fingers curling until his knuckles crack, brain a whirling mess. until his tight voice finally growls out.]
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who knows. shit part is, dabi's gonna be the one to find out, when or if there's any effect. great. just who he wanted to share his first drink with. at the very least, the fried villain doesn't mock him for his acrid reaction to the drink. he chugged it so there was less time for it to affect him! is that how it works? who the hell knows?! maybe he'll puke it out in a few minutes. dabi's sitting there so calmly, enjoying himself while the blonde wishes he'd choke on his damn fruit cubes.]
I'll fin-! [-d a way. is what he'd been going to say, only to slice off by a languid tone and amused voice. the weighty silence already indicates a number of answers, leaving his skin crawling across his shoulders and face starting to grow hotter than he wants to admit. fuck you if you think he's gonna get flustered around your half-baked skin!]
I KNOW THAT!! You don't have to repeat it! [dabi already made that painfully clear. and the worst part is, he's getting closer to believing him. are there other ways? maybe. damn well he'll find out. not from this prick. snarling quietly, each word drops into his stomach, plunking down like weights in the liquid-filled pouch behind his abs. pay it forward. god he wants to punch dabi's hand and shove that toothpick through his stupid uvula. shut off his garish grin.
there's no way to even describe the feeling. his body for money. heroes serve others for payment, of course, but there's a canyon of difference between cleaning up the ruins of a building and agreeing to have sex. the fact he hasn't really done anything before is another heavy weight clinging to his chest. if this place really runs on that idea though... panic clashes against rage against need against pride against determination. dabi's tricked him before. this could be a lie. but if he just... gets it over with, it would make life in this place easier. shit, shit, shit! with this guy!? versus another stranger he has zero clue about? stomach twisting, fingers curling until his knuckles crack, brain a whirling mess. until his tight voice finally growls out.]
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