[haa?! does he have to make sure someone else heard that?! he jerks his head back, teeth bared in an incredulous snarl. dammit, dabi! this is between the two of them; no one else needs to be dragged into it! who the hell does this melodramatic prick think he is?! knots twist in his stomach, shoving a rush of embarrassment and anger through his blood. crap! he never should've said anything! first the shitty seagulls, then the alcoholic drink, now whatever this bullshit is! that's the last time he agrees to this scumbag's help!]
Urusei! It doesn't have anything to do with that!
[as if dabi gives a shit about whether someone feels shame or not. self-pity's not getting the villain anywhere with him. prickles needle across his skin, hackles threatening to rise even more than they already are. ashamed? fuck no! but he's not some perverted bastard fucking around where everyone else can see! there's nothing wrong with wanting your own privacy!]
Keep pushing me and I'll rip your stupid swimsuit off.
[his hero morals aren't in play right now. this is, uh... personal morals. or preferences. does he think it's wrong to fuck around with someone in public? of course he does! who the fuck wants to watch that?! porn exists; do it in your own room! ugh, it's no different than pissing in the lobby of a hotel. there's crap you just don't do in a civilized society. it's got nothing to do with being a hero or a villain. besides, with those damn guards aside, he hasn't exactly seen people getting frisky out here in the open on the beach, or in the halls, whatever. it's all encouragement and insinuation, not action.
dabi's not getting off the demand for information though. he has every intention of asking the guy what he remembers and trying to figure out where he's from. despite not seeing todoroki's battle with his brother, he knows from the chatter on the comm that dabi really fucked over his body with his quirk. so he can't be from the same mid-war period. unless the hotel reversed the damage to a more... acceptable state. even now, he can see where the burns go on his chest and arms and lower legs. dabi's still kept his health. he looks more like his appearance after the kidnapping.
... ugh! stop looking at him! he jerks his head away to glare at something else as the villain pushes away from the bar and agrees with him. fuck. kind of hoped the guy would back out and taunt him for another trick or some BS like that. the bar stool swivels as and the blonde follows after dabi, growling under the command.]
Haa?! What rules?! [oh. about sex. shit. uh... it's not like he's never thought about it before; he's not some prude. does he trust dabi to listen to any restrictions? no.] If I don't like something, you'll fucking know.
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[haa?! does he have to make sure someone else heard that?! he jerks his head back, teeth bared in an incredulous snarl. dammit, dabi! this is between the two of them; no one else needs to be dragged into it! who the hell does this melodramatic prick think he is?! knots twist in his stomach, shoving a rush of embarrassment and anger through his blood. crap! he never should've said anything! first the shitty seagulls, then the alcoholic drink, now whatever this bullshit is! that's the last time he agrees to this scumbag's help!]
Urusei! It doesn't have anything to do with that!
[as if dabi gives a shit about whether someone feels shame or not. self-pity's not getting the villain anywhere with him. prickles needle across his skin, hackles threatening to rise even more than they already are. ashamed? fuck no! but he's not some perverted bastard fucking around where everyone else can see! there's nothing wrong with wanting your own privacy!]
Keep pushing me and I'll rip your stupid swimsuit off.
[his hero morals aren't in play right now. this is, uh... personal morals. or preferences. does he think it's wrong to fuck around with someone in public? of course he does! who the fuck wants to watch that?! porn exists; do it in your own room! ugh, it's no different than pissing in the lobby of a hotel. there's crap you just don't do in a civilized society. it's got nothing to do with being a hero or a villain. besides, with those damn guards aside, he hasn't exactly seen people getting frisky out here in the open on the beach, or in the halls, whatever. it's all encouragement and insinuation, not action.
dabi's not getting off the demand for information though. he has every intention of asking the guy what he remembers and trying to figure out where he's from. despite not seeing todoroki's battle with his brother, he knows from the chatter on the comm that dabi really fucked over his body with his quirk. so he can't be from the same mid-war period. unless the hotel reversed the damage to a more... acceptable state. even now, he can see where the burns go on his chest and arms and lower legs. dabi's still kept his health. he looks more like his appearance after the kidnapping.
... ugh! stop looking at him! he jerks his head away to glare at something else as the villain pushes away from the bar and agrees with him. fuck. kind of hoped the guy would back out and taunt him for another trick or some BS like that. the bar stool swivels as and the blonde follows after dabi, growling under the command.]
Haa?! What rules?! [oh. about sex. shit. uh... it's not like he's never thought about it before; he's not some prude. does he trust dabi to listen to any restrictions? no.] If I don't like something, you'll fucking know.