[ lucky him. what would he do with himself if dabi expected to be wooed with expensive dinners and presents?
it's not difficult to keep track of dabi's dislikes though—the man announces those to the world—and he hasn't exactly hidden his likes either. it's obvious enough when you share a living space and someone bitches you out for taking a soba pack. ]
Plenty of people make it through life aimlessly.
[ the way he sees it at least. going to school, getting a job, finding someone to marry—that's just a scripted path set out for the masses that they follow like NPCs. not wanting to die doesn't seem to him like it's living for something. debatable whether either of them could say they're exceptions though—maybe with them, it's not so much living for something than having something worth killing themselves over.
tomura huffs at that backhanded compliment/agreement. before he can retort, there's a knock at the screen doors again before the waitress slides them open, and with a slight bow, begins to serve them their orders. drinks first, then a tray of appetizers (pickled vegetables, seaweed, so on), then the main course. with a 'please enjoy,' she rearranges the serving trays to carry away, but upsets her apron and spills a handful of popsicle sticks. they drop to the floor, where tomura spots several with commands and questions printed on. well—looks like they have an idea about the "dare" game now. ]
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Date: 8/6/22 10:25 (UTC)it's not difficult to keep track of dabi's dislikes though—the man announces those to the world—and he hasn't exactly hidden his likes either. it's obvious enough when you share a living space and someone bitches you out for taking a soba pack. ]
Plenty of people make it through life aimlessly.
[ the way he sees it at least. going to school, getting a job, finding someone to marry—that's just a scripted path set out for the masses that they follow like NPCs. not wanting to die doesn't seem to him like it's living for something. debatable whether either of them could say they're exceptions though—maybe with them, it's not so much living for something than having something worth killing themselves over.
tomura huffs at that backhanded compliment/agreement. before he can retort, there's a knock at the screen doors again before the waitress slides them open, and with a slight bow, begins to serve them their orders. drinks first, then a tray of appetizers (pickled vegetables, seaweed, so on), then the main course. with a 'please enjoy,' she rearranges the serving trays to carry away, but upsets her apron and spills a handful of popsicle sticks. they drop to the floor, where tomura spots several with commands and questions printed on. well—looks like they have an idea about the "dare" game now. ]