( despite her obvious distaste, mayou's through the doorway before he can give her the push--and true to his word, for once, he slinks around the doorframe, crouching down so that he can tilt his head at the edge and peer inside in case she needs the help. the column that she's chosen to hide behind doesn't fully block her from view; lucky for her, the couple are too obsessed with each other to really care, and there's a practiced roll of his eyes at the sound of the guy on the bed, attempting some piss poor version of sweet talk to get the girl to settle in on top of him. guess not everyone in this resort is as charming as some of the people he's seen.
it's the odd movement that draws his gaze--magic is one thing that he still doesn't fully understand, despite the interactions he's had with people like esikko, or rin, who speak of it like it's just another fact of life; his first instinct is to think it must be some kind of quirk, the way that the bucket moves, slides, as though the weight inside of it shifts. he can tell the unfortunate movement is going to cause precisely what it does--but he's got no way to stop it from happening.
the ice clatters on the floor, the water splashes out around it, accented by the shattering of the champagne bottle--with a curse, he's up onto his feet again, and when mayou comes running through the doorway, he's reaching out a hand to grab her arm and swing her behind him into the hallway, just to give her more clearance.
affronted, the woman lifts her head from the bed--and squeals at the sight of him standing there, but she's too busy covering up her chest and screeching at her partner to do something that dabi has the time to swing in for the door and pull it shut. with that, he's twisting and moving down the hallway behind mayou, calling out ahead of himself to her-- )
Get inside another room. That one. Shut the door. ( better if they hide out, rather than keep running--just in case. besides, mayou's hair is a mess now, tugging that dress on over her head; it would make them obvious targets, which is why he's pushing a palm at her back to hurry her into the room he indicated. he's just hoping it's empty. )
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it's the odd movement that draws his gaze--magic is one thing that he still doesn't fully understand, despite the interactions he's had with people like esikko, or rin, who speak of it like it's just another fact of life; his first instinct is to think it must be some kind of quirk, the way that the bucket moves, slides, as though the weight inside of it shifts. he can tell the unfortunate movement is going to cause precisely what it does--but he's got no way to stop it from happening.
the ice clatters on the floor, the water splashes out around it, accented by the shattering of the champagne bottle--with a curse, he's up onto his feet again, and when mayou comes running through the doorway, he's reaching out a hand to grab her arm and swing her behind him into the hallway, just to give her more clearance.
affronted, the woman lifts her head from the bed--and squeals at the sight of him standing there, but she's too busy covering up her chest and screeching at her partner to do something that dabi has the time to swing in for the door and pull it shut. with that, he's twisting and moving down the hallway behind mayou, calling out ahead of himself to her-- )
Get inside another room. That one. Shut the door. ( better if they hide out, rather than keep running--just in case. besides, mayou's hair is a mess now, tugging that dress on over her head; it would make them obvious targets, which is why he's pushing a palm at her back to hurry her into the room he indicated. he's just hoping it's empty. )