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[ If she sounds distracted, it's because she is, however briefly.
There's an overload of bodies and noise to process. Muggy body heat and cheap perfume, the low hum of many voices and the cheerful, distant chime of toasting glasses; glitz and glam and the electric energy of a night on the town. Her nose crinkles a bit in reflexive disgust at the idea of walking barefoot over the plush carpet no doubt getting stickier by the minute with spilled liquor.
She's not nervous, exactly, but a degree of wariness settles deep into her marrow like an old and familiar friend all the same. ]
Yes? And? I don't know if you noticed, but my options are a bit limited right now.
[ Her eyes finally return to him – an archly expectant look that dips meaningfully down to his stylish suit and back up again, trusting the silent subtext to make her point. The nerve of this guy, nixing her genius potato sack princess plan right to her face over sexiness of all things!
Oh! That reminds her: ]
If you're going to get all snooty over tablecloth togas not meeting dress code, the least you can do is introduce yourself.
( there's another pointed roll of his eyes, but he leaves it at that. he can't keep avoiding the question--well, that's not fully true, but he gets the feeling this will work easier if he just gets this part over with. )
Dabi. ( that's all she's getting, for now. ) And your options aren't that limited.
( it would be easy to swipe a suit jacket off a chair, but that would only temporarily solve the problem--the other thought he has makes his lips twitch, a hint of a smile that he tries to tamper down.
how adventurous is this girl? adventurous enough to let a stranger kidnap her and dump her in the middle of some wild party, which might mean-- )
Bet we can find someone who isn't using their clothes right now. ( a soft snort of breath. ) Bet we can find lots of someones.
You wanna go scope out some of the private rooms with me? ( there's a bend of his arm, a jerk of his thumb behind them--if he knows anything about a golden peacock party, it's that there's going to be plenty of quiet places to have sex. and if people are having sex, then they'll be leaving clothes everywhere, so: it'll at least be more interactive than letting the staff pick out puffy dress after puffy dress. ) Five finger discount, you know how it goes.
[ What! Stealing?! Her? Does she look like the type to stoop to thievery to him?
There's a long, uncomfortable silence as Mayou's expression stills. Maybe she takes the insinuation as an insult? Or maybe there's something else going on – as unreadable as her face might be, there's some pieces being shuffled around in her head as she looks up at him, as if she's adjusting what she knows about Dabi by a few subtle degrees. ]
You're a bad influence.
[ That's not accusatory. Mildly exasperated, yes, but there's a tinge of a smile in there as she turns her head away from Dabi to survey the milling guests. ]
...yeah, alright, why not. It's every girl for themselves out here.
[ A terrible influence. Truly. For her very best efforts to maintain the aloof ice queen facade, the carefully suppressed wild child in her can't help but pounce on the first little morsel of harmless mischief that gets dangled under her nose. God dammit. ]
( that measuring look she's giving him gets met with the lift of his brows, like he isn't surprised--but the words make him puff out a laugh despite himself, lips curling. )
Oh, I'm a bad influence.
( he repeats it solemnly--a little sarcastically, as though he can't possibly believe it. out of all the things that he's been called, honestly, being labeled a 'bad influence' is paltry at best, almost cute in a way. and maybe it's a little nice, not to be immediately discarded--but he's not going to think on that too hard.
instead, since she seems keen to agree despite his bad behavior, he lets his hands slip down into the pockets of his slacks. )
This way, then. They're gonna have a shitton of rooms back here somewhere.
( though he's leaving her to follow him, as he elbows through the crowds, he does at least spare a few glances behind him--as though to assure that she's still there, that she hasn't been grabbed at by the greedy hands of drunk partygoers; once they've made it through the thick of the party, now on the outskirts, he trains his eyes forward, curving away from one hallway to the next. there's a rowdy, drunk couple that's laughing and bumping their way down along the closed doors, so he hangs back at the hallway intersection there, tilting his head quietly.
a little lift a brow towards mayou, murmuring under his breath. )
You like her dress? ( it's a pretty thing, short and glittery, and maybe it's drawn his attention more than his underwear-clad friend, but that's fine. ) Or should we keep looking?
( plenty of other rooms to explore, it's just that this one's an easy target, given how drunk they are--and the fact that they can see the door they struggle to get open, flinging it wide finally with a bark of laughter before tumbling past the doorway. )
[ It's a little ridiculous how much she has to bob and weave through the crowd to dodge partygoers and patches of spilled drinks on the carpet alike. She's never wanted to sprout 'go away, don't perceive me' hedgehog quills quite as much as she does once they come out the other end of the mob; at least up until Mayou's peevish internal dialogue is promptly diverted by Dabi's voice. Leaning out a bit so she can see around him - and maybe getting a handful of his shirt so she doesn't fall over in the process - she fully expects similar tawdry fashion to the offerings on the racks outside. ]
That is a cute dress. [ She mutters (mostly to herself), rocking up on the ball of her foot to lean out a little more, poking her whole head out of cover once the coast is clear. What the hell!!!!! Where were her cute dress options outside, huh?! Talk about bullshit. ] Bit loose around the middle –– accessorize with a belt, maybe? A sash would be nice.
[ Seeing as there's nobody else coming down the hallway, Mayou quits wrinkling up his shirt in her fingers once she elects to slink further down the hall, flattening herself against the wall to cautiously peek inside... and promptly regrets it. She did NOT need to see two people getting handsy like that.
Still, Dabi gets the nod and thumbs up of approval. Yup, that'll do nicely. Question is, how are they supposed to grab a whole-ass dress on the sly? ]
( the hand that she clenches into his shirt gets a sour look, but it's the fact that she's apparently already accessorizing the damn thing that makes him scoff, dropping a hand onto her head. )
What are you, some fashion model? --Hey.
( a hiss of breath, given that she's already pushing past him to slink further down the hall; what happened to him being the bad influence? he pads after her, pressing one damaged hand to the wall so that he can tilt his head past the frame--the couple's already wrapped around each other, engrossed in their kissing, and he peels back, away from the open door, flattening to the wall to consider.
he's trying hard to smile when he looks back down at her--and gives her a pointed nod. )
You're small. Get in there and stick low to the ground. That dress'll come off in like four minutes, tops.
( given the way the guy is getting handsy, they might have to wait even less time--and his grin is a little mischievous, bemused. )
[ Oh sure, now her size comes in handy! Still, a pale girl in undies is... less than inconspicuous, and she's not terribly enthusiastic about actually going in the room if she can avoid it. ]
Devious. Nobody could've seen that coming.
[ Oops. Seems like her default setting is 'phlegmatic' with very little deviation. Hiding behind a stupid potted plant for a dress of all things is going to be a memory seared into her brain to torture her at 3AM for the rest of her life, isn't it? Maybe going for a tacky tablecloth is the better idea after all. Her decision is made for her once the couple inside shift places, giving her the window of opportunity to skulk her way inside and hide behind a decorative pillar just barely wide enough to cover her if she stands sideways. Still not quite close enough though - clothes start coming off and there's nowhere else Mayou can go from here, not even back the way she came.
Fine. She didn't want to have to do this, but if it can't be helped...
A whispered word and a crooked finger - hey you, come here - like calling over a relative of a relative of a good friend, weaving a thin, tenuous string of magic as fragile as spider silk. A fisherman's line of formless yearning, temporarily harnessed for her use: "remember the good old days when you were a river?" The pretty dress hits the floor and Mayou makes a tugging motion with her thumb and forefinger as if holding an invisible needle and thread. Impossibly, the melted water within the bucket surges up and over the rim, tipping the whole thing over in a noisy cascade of water, ice, and a half empty bottle of champagne that shatters on the glossy tile so loudly even the drunkest pair of paramours would have to notice.
A fine distraction to scoop up her prize and skedaddle back out the door, no? Mayou's already busily pulling the dress down over her head by the time she's halfway through the doorway. ]
( 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. )
[ Definitely not the best thing she's ever done for her dignity!!!! Skittering out of some smoky sex room like a scalded cat is not something she ever wants to have to repeat. Ever. Ever ever.
She's shunted through the door of their new temporary hideout (thankfully empty) with a reproachful little 'hey!', barely catching herself with the single arm she's managed to get properly situated in the stolen dress instead of ricocheting off of the furniture. Two seconds later and said door slams shut behind them, leaving Mayou looking remarkably like she just lost a fight with a dryer on high heat, blinking owlishly at Dabi with some lingering disorientation from getting slung around so much in such a short span of time.
One more arm through this finicky strap and --- mission accomplished! One new dress and a minor case of petty theft to add to her resume. Be cute, do crimes. Totally legit. ]
...that went better than expected. Huh. [ Oh, the silver lining of being a pessimist. She's either right, or pleasantly surprised. ] Thanks for the save, by the way.
[ Don't let the languid tone fool you - her heart's still pounding rabbit-quick in her chest no matter how hard she's trying to play it cool. Thank fuck he was there to act as the safety net. ]
( there's a flagrant roll of his eyes, but it's mostly in jest--he's leaning his back against the door, both hands sliding down to hook into his pockets; he just wants to leave his weight there for a moment, in case they're pursued. with a tilt of his head, he listens for any sound of a scuffle outside the door, but he can't really hear anything that belies a threat.
with a slow breath in through his nose, and then out, he pushes off the door. )
So you're one of those mages, or whatever. ( not a word that he's picked up from his own home, but rather, a word that he's learned from being here; there's a nod to his chin at her, as though in indication, though there's no one else in the room. )
Gonna cast some spell on me?
( a half-hearted smile, almost a smirk, as he looks to her again, and then slides further into the room; there's the standard golden peacock fare, here, tables of toys and lubricant and condoms and towels, but there's also a vanity, if she wants to check her hair in the mirror.
on his part, he's scoping out the room for a mini fridge, or at the very least, a bucket of champagne. )
[ Don't test her, she'll do it! At least once she's done being finicky about how the dress is sitting on her body, anyway. Mayou frowns faintly as she looks down at herself, gathering up a handful of the fabric around her waist to draw it tighter, rocking from the ball of one foot to the other with a bit of a twist at the hips to test how the hem flares around her legs. She's not a huge fashion fan, but her taste in clothing is very specific.
She hears that word - mage - and the words are already out of her mouth before Dabi's question fully sinks in. ]
A witch. [ An absent-minded correction, practically automatic. Witch, wizard, sorcerer, warlock... there are differences! ] And no, I'm not casting anything. Not unless you're willing to pay for it.
[ Look at her over here just straight up implying having him help her steal a dress and save her from wardrobe hell isn't plenty of payment for some little magic trick. Then again, it mostly depends on what kind of spell he means, but who cares about the details? Mayou huffs while letting the bunched fabric fall loose like before, finally giving Dabi the amount of attention he deserves for holding up his end of the bargain and the conversation at the same time. ]
Besides, don't you have your own magic? I saw that thing you did before -- [ A waggle of her fingers punctuates her curiosity. ] -- with the fire.
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[ If she sounds distracted, it's because she is, however briefly.
There's an overload of bodies and noise to process. Muggy body heat and cheap perfume, the low hum of many voices and the cheerful, distant chime of toasting glasses; glitz and glam and the electric energy of a night on the town. Her nose crinkles a bit in reflexive disgust at the idea of walking barefoot over the plush carpet no doubt getting stickier by the minute with spilled liquor.
She's not nervous, exactly, but a degree of wariness settles deep into her marrow like an old and familiar friend all the same. ]
Yes? And? I don't know if you noticed, but my options are a bit limited right now.
[ Her eyes finally return to him – an archly expectant look that dips meaningfully down to his stylish suit and back up again, trusting the silent subtext to make her point. The nerve of this guy, nixing her genius potato sack princess plan right to her face over sexiness of all things!
Oh! That reminds her: ]
If you're going to get all snooty over tablecloth togas not meeting dress code, the least you can do is introduce yourself.
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Dabi. ( that's all she's getting, for now. ) And your options aren't that limited.
( it would be easy to swipe a suit jacket off a chair, but that would only temporarily solve the problem--the other thought he has makes his lips twitch, a hint of a smile that he tries to tamper down.
how adventurous is this girl? adventurous enough to let a stranger kidnap her and dump her in the middle of some wild party, which might mean-- )
Bet we can find someone who isn't using their clothes right now. ( a soft snort of breath. ) Bet we can find lots of someones.
You wanna go scope out some of the private rooms with me? ( there's a bend of his arm, a jerk of his thumb behind them--if he knows anything about a golden peacock party, it's that there's going to be plenty of quiet places to have sex. and if people are having sex, then they'll be leaving clothes everywhere, so: it'll at least be more interactive than letting the staff pick out puffy dress after puffy dress. ) Five finger discount, you know how it goes.
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There's a long, uncomfortable silence as Mayou's expression stills. Maybe she takes the insinuation as an insult? Or maybe there's something else going on – as unreadable as her face might be, there's some pieces being shuffled around in her head as she looks up at him, as if she's adjusting what she knows about Dabi by a few subtle degrees. ]
You're a bad influence.
[ That's not accusatory. Mildly exasperated, yes, but there's a tinge of a smile in there as she turns her head away from Dabi to survey the milling guests. ]
...yeah, alright, why not. It's every girl for themselves out here.
[ A terrible influence. Truly. For her very best efforts to maintain the aloof ice queen facade, the carefully suppressed wild child in her can't help but pounce on the first little morsel of harmless mischief that gets dangled under her nose. God dammit. ]
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Oh, I'm a bad influence.
( he repeats it solemnly--a little sarcastically, as though he can't possibly believe it. out of all the things that he's been called, honestly, being labeled a 'bad influence' is paltry at best, almost cute in a way. and maybe it's a little nice, not to be immediately discarded--but he's not going to think on that too hard.
instead, since she seems keen to agree despite his bad behavior, he lets his hands slip down into the pockets of his slacks. )
This way, then. They're gonna have a shitton of rooms back here somewhere.
( though he's leaving her to follow him, as he elbows through the crowds, he does at least spare a few glances behind him--as though to assure that she's still there, that she hasn't been grabbed at by the greedy hands of drunk partygoers; once they've made it through the thick of the party, now on the outskirts, he trains his eyes forward, curving away from one hallway to the next. there's a rowdy, drunk couple that's laughing and bumping their way down along the closed doors, so he hangs back at the hallway intersection there, tilting his head quietly.
a little lift a brow towards mayou, murmuring under his breath. )
You like her dress? ( it's a pretty thing, short and glittery, and maybe it's drawn his attention more than his underwear-clad friend, but that's fine. ) Or should we keep looking?
( plenty of other rooms to explore, it's just that this one's an easy target, given how drunk they are--and the fact that they can see the door they struggle to get open, flinging it wide finally with a bark of laughter before tumbling past the doorway. )
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Leaning out a bit so she can see around him - and maybe getting a handful of his shirt so she doesn't fall over in the process - she fully expects similar tawdry fashion to the offerings on the racks outside. ]
That is a cute dress. [ She mutters (mostly to herself), rocking up on the ball of her foot to lean out a little more, poking her whole head out of cover once the coast is clear. What the hell!!!!! Where were her cute dress options outside, huh?! Talk about bullshit. ] Bit loose around the middle –– accessorize with a belt, maybe? A sash would be nice.
[ Seeing as there's nobody else coming down the hallway, Mayou quits wrinkling up his shirt in her fingers once she elects to slink further down the hall, flattening herself against the wall to cautiously peek inside... and promptly regrets it. She did NOT need to see two people getting handsy like that.
Still, Dabi gets the nod and thumbs up of approval.
Yup, that'll do nicely. Question is, how are they supposed to grab a whole-ass dress on the sly? ]
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What are you, some fashion model? --Hey.
( a hiss of breath, given that she's already pushing past him to slink further down the hall; what happened to him being the bad influence? he pads after her, pressing one damaged hand to the wall so that he can tilt his head past the frame--the couple's already wrapped around each other, engrossed in their kissing, and he peels back, away from the open door, flattening to the wall to consider.
he's trying hard to smile when he looks back down at her--and gives her a pointed nod. )
You're small. Get in there and stick low to the ground. That dress'll come off in like four minutes, tops.
( given the way the guy is getting handsy, they might have to wait even less time--and his grin is a little mischievous, bemused. )
If you get in trouble, I'll be your back up.
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Devious. Nobody could've seen that coming.
[ Oops. Seems like her default setting is 'phlegmatic' with very little deviation. Hiding behind a stupid potted plant for a dress of all things is going to be a memory seared into her brain to torture her at 3AM for the rest of her life, isn't it? Maybe going for a tacky tablecloth is the better idea after all.
Her decision is made for her once the couple inside shift places, giving her the window of opportunity to skulk her way inside and hide behind a decorative pillar just barely wide enough to cover her if she stands sideways. Still not quite close enough though - clothes start coming off and there's nowhere else Mayou can go from here, not even back the way she came.
Fine.
She didn't want to have to do this, but if it can't be helped...
A whispered word and a crooked finger - hey you, come here - like calling over a relative of a relative of a good friend, weaving a thin, tenuous string of magic as fragile as spider silk. A fisherman's line of formless yearning, temporarily harnessed for her use: "remember the good old days when you were a river?"
The pretty dress hits the floor and Mayou makes a tugging motion with her thumb and forefinger as if holding an invisible needle and thread. Impossibly, the melted water within the bucket surges up and over the rim, tipping the whole thing over in a noisy cascade of water, ice, and a half empty bottle of champagne that shatters on the glossy tile so loudly even the drunkest pair of paramours would have to notice.
A fine distraction to scoop up her prize and skedaddle back out the door, no?
Mayou's already busily pulling the dress down over her head by the time she's halfway through the doorway. ]
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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. )
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She's shunted through the door of their new temporary hideout (thankfully empty) with a reproachful little 'hey!', barely catching herself with the single arm she's managed to get properly situated in the stolen dress instead of ricocheting off of the furniture. Two seconds later and said door slams shut behind them, leaving Mayou looking remarkably like she just lost a fight with a dryer on high heat, blinking owlishly at Dabi with some lingering disorientation from getting slung around so much in such a short span of time.
One more arm through this finicky strap and --- mission accomplished! One new dress and a minor case of petty theft to add to her resume.
Be cute, do crimes. Totally legit. ]
...that went better than expected. Huh. [ Oh, the silver lining of being a pessimist. She's either right, or pleasantly surprised. ] Thanks for the save, by the way.
[ Don't let the languid tone fool you - her heart's still pounding rabbit-quick in her chest no matter how hard she's trying to play it cool. Thank fuck he was there to act as the safety net. ]
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( there's a flagrant roll of his eyes, but it's mostly in jest--he's leaning his back against the door, both hands sliding down to hook into his pockets; he just wants to leave his weight there for a moment, in case they're pursued. with a tilt of his head, he listens for any sound of a scuffle outside the door, but he can't really hear anything that belies a threat.
with a slow breath in through his nose, and then out, he pushes off the door. )
So you're one of those mages, or whatever. ( not a word that he's picked up from his own home, but rather, a word that he's learned from being here; there's a nod to his chin at her, as though in indication, though there's no one else in the room. )
Gonna cast some spell on me?
( a half-hearted smile, almost a smirk, as he looks to her again, and then slides further into the room; there's the standard golden peacock fare, here, tables of toys and lubricant and condoms and towels, but there's also a vanity, if she wants to check her hair in the mirror.
on his part, he's scoping out the room for a mini fridge, or at the very least, a bucket of champagne. )
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[ Don't test her, she'll do it! At least once she's done being finicky about how the dress is sitting on her body, anyway.
Mayou frowns faintly as she looks down at herself, gathering up a handful of the fabric around her waist to draw it tighter, rocking from the ball of one foot to the other with a bit of a twist at the hips to test how the hem flares around her legs. She's not a huge fashion fan, but her taste in clothing is very specific.
She hears that word - mage - and the words are already out of her mouth before Dabi's question fully sinks in. ]
A witch. [ An absent-minded correction, practically automatic. Witch, wizard, sorcerer, warlock... there are differences! ] And no, I'm not casting anything. Not unless you're willing to pay for it.
[ Look at her over here just straight up implying having him help her steal a dress and save her from wardrobe hell isn't plenty of payment for some little magic trick. Then again, it mostly depends on what kind of spell he means, but who cares about the details?
Mayou huffs while letting the bunched fabric fall loose like before, finally giving Dabi the amount of attention he deserves for holding up his end of the bargain and the conversation at the same time. ]
Besides, don't you have your own magic? I saw that thing you did before -- [ A waggle of her fingers punctuates her curiosity. ] -- with the fire.