itadori made no attempt to break the silence, often distracted by inspecting the area around him; keeping an eye on any odd activities, noises and it wouldn't hurt to pinpoint escape routes if the situation begs for it. after all, dabi had a troublesome quirk: fire. it wasn't a long walk, true, but he still had enough time to stare at the other man's back, watching as a small breeze brush through his hair, the way he walked— the small details. ]
I don't know ...
[ he didn't even miss a beat with dropping that confession. the kitchen didn't appeal to him for some reason, opting to walk into the living room and settle the bag on the coffee table; waiting for the other to follow. he then flopped down on the sofa, patting away at the accumulated dust on the shabby cushions. he shrugged, clearing his throat before he continued. ]
I'm simply interested in you. You equally piss me off and calm me down.
[ without waiting for an approval, he begins to set up the table; taking out a couple of sealed plastic containers and arranging them. the cooked cold soba noodles with garnish/beef in one, dipping sauce in another, and a side dish of teriyaki tofu. chopsticks will be found wrapped up in a clean napkin, but— no drinks. that's the only thing itadori couldn't bring along.
finally, after what seemed in forever, under the poor glints in this cabin ... he meets dabi's eyes. that's when he realized he was, subconsciously, avoiding them. ]
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Date: 8/22/21 18:22 (UTC)itadori made no attempt to break the silence, often distracted by inspecting the area around him; keeping an eye on any odd activities, noises and it wouldn't hurt to pinpoint escape routes if the situation begs for it. after all, dabi had a troublesome quirk: fire. it wasn't a long walk, true, but he still had enough time to stare at the other man's back, watching as a small breeze brush through his hair, the way he walked— the small details. ]
I don't know ...
[ he didn't even miss a beat with dropping that confession. the kitchen didn't appeal to him for some reason, opting to walk into the living room and settle the bag on the coffee table; waiting for the other to follow. he then flopped down on the sofa, patting away at the accumulated dust on the shabby cushions. he shrugged, clearing his throat before he continued. ]
I'm simply interested in you. You equally piss me off and calm me down.
[ without waiting for an approval, he begins to set up the table; taking out a couple of sealed plastic containers and arranging them. the cooked cold soba noodles with garnish/beef in one, dipping sauce in another, and a side dish of teriyaki tofu. chopsticks will be found wrapped up in a clean napkin, but— no drinks. that's the only thing itadori couldn't bring along.
finally, after what seemed in forever, under the poor glints in this cabin ... he meets dabi's eyes. that's when he realized he was, subconsciously, avoiding them. ]
Can you come closer now?
[ unless the villain is still wary of him ... ]