[ he's already going after his food while dabi stretches like a job well done. over his bowl of rice, a questioning look gets directed at the other at the enigmatic prelude, but this time dabi takes no prompting and slides over a set of five wooden sticks. tomura glances down at them, then back at dabi, a small grin tugging at his lips. ]

Not bad. Didn't know you could be light with your fingers.

[ he sets his food down for a moment and draws the sticks over, studying them. ]

Is this an invitation to play? I can't hand these back just like that after you went into the trouble.

[ dabi, you're practically giving him an excuse. ]