[probably find himself another ally that wasn't so high maintenance and weird. guess there's a pro to being a blunt son of a bitch who has no problem telling people their driving sucks, that fish is gross, and how he hates heroes and wants to watch them burn alive in front of him. oh and soba. he like soba. and cigarettes. and apparently hot topic. other shit similar.]

Depends. Just cause ya wanna keep ya head down and live doesn't mean ya ain't got a goal. Even the worst trash in the city would admit to wantin more than they got.

[and wanting more is an aim, something that keeps them alive despite their horrible conditions. people with nothing to want anymore wind up death. and even that's arguable, because death is the only thing they want, to make everything else they don't want stop or go away. dabi aims to live until he dies the way he wants. outside of shouto or endeavor, no one else is worth his death, so he stays alive, even if he has to claw his way back from the edge of the grave.

dabi glances up as the door skims to the side and the conversation's interrupted by food. he leans back from the table so their waitress can arrange everything on the table, stomach silently clenching to remind him one) he's hungry, and two) it's been a while since he's had food like this. sure, the league's quality of life went up when they took over re-destro's army, but... restaurants are not a frequent occurrence for wanted criminals.

when the woman drops the popsicle sticks all over the floor, dabi gives her and the mess a callous look. before grabbing a handful of the sticks and holding them out to her to take while he gathers up some others.

and will attempt to surreptitiously light finger a few while he helps.]