[ see? it's not like tomura is delaying the main course, and they might as well do something while they wait; otherwise it's entirely likely the two of them end up sitting in silence like a couple of morons.
but even making conversation isn't so easy for them. when the question is turned on him, tomura hesitates. none, he thinks immediately, the self-proclaimed hater-of-everything, but he knows it's a cop-out dabi would surely call him on. black? that's just the color he prefers to wear for its simplicity. even dabi's answer is tempting for a second—he understands the impulse to choose it, having witnessed the other's flames—but that's not his answer, he doesn't care for blue generally. finally— ]
Red, I guess.
[ also another color he wears, but there's touch of deliberateness that isn't just throwing on the color that's easiest to match and least likely to be stained and dirtied. still, the answer is wavering, not so much hesitant as delivered with the blasé attitude of a shrug. might as well. ]
no subject
but even making conversation isn't so easy for them. when the question is turned on him, tomura hesitates. none, he thinks immediately, the self-proclaimed hater-of-everything, but he knows it's a cop-out dabi would surely call him on. black? that's just the color he prefers to wear for its simplicity. even dabi's answer is tempting for a second—he understands the impulse to choose it, having witnessed the other's flames—but that's not his answer, he doesn't care for blue generally. finally— ]
Red, I guess.
[ also another color he wears, but there's touch of deliberateness that isn't just throwing on the color that's easiest to match and least likely to be stained and dirtied. still, the answer is wavering, not so much hesitant as delivered with the blasé attitude of a shrug. might as well. ]