[dabi's already inspected the area. he knows what route he'll take if something goes poorly. and with the rest of the trees and shit around, it won't be hard to cover his escape in smoke or flames as the forest and park burns. to say nothing of setting the entire cabin on fire. while he has no idea towards itadori's abilities, this entire setup still leans to his advantage in a tactical sense. even if the kid knows about his quirk and everything.
"i don't know." that's an expected answer. dabi hangs out by one of the walls, standing his ground with his arms by his sides, eyes resting on itadori without any intense focus. but he is watching him, letting his mind wander with the questions. did he really think this kid would have an answer? not really. never seemed like he did earlier. but it's strange for a fling to hang around with this much interest...]
I've heard the first one before. No one's ever said the second. [he calms him down? how the hell is that supposed to work? the kid still doesn't know him beyond facts and a phone call. who's calmed down by a random stranger? fits in with itadori's oddness at least. as for being interested in him, well... that's been something he's experienced already. the reason for "why" the interest usually changes.
all said, dabi's silently surprised and curious about the containers. so much of it. he didn't simply leave everything in one container and that was it. hmph... actually treating it with care. and by proxy, him. that's a fucking new. when's the last time someone outside the league treated him like a damn human being? for that reason alone, some of the villain's hackles lower. slightly. won't even bitch about the lack of a drink. he can handle without one easily enough. there's a lake out there if he really needs something.
still wary, yes, but... he can't very well eat from way over here. dabi rolls off the wall and heads over. eyeing him, but at least he does approach... and finally takes a seat on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table.]
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Date: 8/22/21 20:27 (UTC)"i don't know." that's an expected answer. dabi hangs out by one of the walls, standing his ground with his arms by his sides, eyes resting on itadori without any intense focus. but he is watching him, letting his mind wander with the questions. did he really think this kid would have an answer? not really. never seemed like he did earlier. but it's strange for a fling to hang around with this much interest...]
I've heard the first one before. No one's ever said the second. [he calms him down? how the hell is that supposed to work? the kid still doesn't know him beyond facts and a phone call. who's calmed down by a random stranger? fits in with itadori's oddness at least. as for being interested in him, well... that's been something he's experienced already. the reason for "why" the interest usually changes.
all said, dabi's silently surprised and curious about the containers. so much of it. he didn't simply leave everything in one container and that was it. hmph... actually treating it with care. and by proxy, him. that's a fucking new. when's the last time someone outside the league treated him like a damn human being? for that reason alone, some of the villain's hackles lower. slightly. won't even bitch about the lack of a drink. he can handle without one easily enough. there's a lake out there if he really needs something.
still wary, yes, but... he can't very well eat from way over here. dabi rolls off the wall and heads over. eyeing him, but at least he does approach... and finally takes a seat on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table.]
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