Yeah! Sorry about the drinks. I could go to a nearby grocery store if you want something ... to drink ... Uhhh ...
[ his voice dulls into a hushed mutter, staring at the way dabi settled on the floor; eyes wide open. dumbfounded, he glanced at the empty space on the sofa, reassuring himself there is plenty of room to accommodate another individual, and then he returns regarding dabi again— who chose to sit on the dirty floor instead. that was a better option in his mind over joining itadori? was it that bad? did he hold that level of skepticism towards anyone new coming into his life? to carry such heavy fears— must be exhausting.
slowly, he offers the villain his chopsticks— holding it out and waiting for him to accept it. yeah, he could've allowed dabi to pick them up on his own, but there's an urge to break this cold reserve between them. something as subtle as an accidental touch between their fingers could help ease the tension. or, that's what he hoped for. ]
You don't have to sit on the floor, you know. I have no reason to attack you. If anything, I'm at a disadvantage in this small cabin.
[ here's a hint. a remark on dabi's quirk. while itadori didn't necessarily fear such a power, which might be part of being as simple-minded as he is, he still understood it's not a smart move to start shit when he's surrounded by wooden walls, cornered, and with no chance to escape. he should be the one on edge, not the other way around.
he offers him a smile, nodding toward the other side of the sofa, inviting him to come even closer. let's try that again, shall we. ]
What do I need to do? You want me to switch off my phone? Leave it on the table where you can see it? Maybe take off my hoodie to reassure you no one is listening in?
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Date: 8/23/21 14:37 (UTC)[ his voice dulls into a hushed mutter, staring at the way dabi settled on the floor; eyes wide open. dumbfounded, he glanced at the empty space on the sofa, reassuring himself there is plenty of room to accommodate another individual, and then he returns regarding dabi again— who chose to sit on the dirty floor instead. that was a better option in his mind over joining itadori? was it that bad? did he hold that level of skepticism towards anyone new coming into his life? to carry such heavy fears— must be exhausting.
slowly, he offers the villain his chopsticks— holding it out and waiting for him to accept it. yeah, he could've allowed dabi to pick them up on his own, but there's an urge to break this cold reserve between them. something as subtle as an accidental touch between their fingers could help ease the tension. or, that's what he hoped for. ]
You don't have to sit on the floor, you know. I have no reason to attack you. If anything, I'm at a disadvantage in this small cabin.
[ here's a hint. a remark on dabi's quirk. while itadori didn't necessarily fear such a power, which might be part of being as simple-minded as he is, he still understood it's not a smart move to start shit when he's surrounded by wooden walls, cornered, and with no chance to escape. he should be the one on edge, not the other way around.
he offers him a smile, nodding toward the other side of the sofa, inviting him to come even closer. let's try that again, shall we. ]
What do I need to do? You want me to switch off my phone? Leave it on the table where you can see it? Maybe take off my hoodie to reassure you no one is listening in?
[ he'd do it all, honestly. ]