[dabi has been a little surprised at itadori's lack of smarts and common sense? this guy, as far as he's managed to suss out from hints and shit, is doing something academically. but with his show of intellect, or somewhat lack thereof, it makes him wonder what kind of school. obviously one where itadori can excel even without being the smart kid in class. but he's right in dabi's preference for non-physical. he's pretty weak in his own opinion, thanks to inheriting his mother's pathetic genes. itadori could take him out in one hit if he got in close enough. probably wouldn't even have to get to half his strength.]
Don't worry about it.
[he can patch himself up without a problem. he's always taken care of himself after the mountain fire. treating his own burns, cleaning his own wounds, stapling his own flesh, occasionally burning himself on purpose if it was needed. not that he'll be showcasing any of that since there's no first aid kit to be had. at least they can wash off and he can cauterize it. (though he is mentally checking the rest of his body for any other cuts. there's gonna be bruises on his hips at least. itadori's got a singed hand.) sex without any kind of ache isn't common if you're just going to blow off steam. least the kid can go home with some mark of pride rather than feeling glum about only leaving the on dabi.
hmph... maybe he should bite him before he leaves.
the shower knobs are cold under his hands, the old plus-shaped metal knobs giving away the age of this place's setup. hell, even when they're knocked off, seems like the motel goes out of its way to replace them with crummy cheap shit. well, keeps the cost down. or they simply like the atmosphere. easy to abandon if need be. water spurts and coughs from the shower head a few times as the temperature changes and the hot water heater kicks in. luckily they escape from getting a bunch of dark water on their faces.
arms find their way around his waist and dabi turns to look at itadori from his shoulder. that's not exactly a sensation he's felt... ever. it's quickly muted by a strong body pressing up against his own, but the feeling remains. it's not some reach around jerk off or even a sex-laded drag backwards. an embrace. when's the last time he had someone simply put their arms around him for the sake of holding him and nothing more? those sensations are quietly shocking enough that he doesn't answer right away.]
... With the company they keep, ain't surprised.
[it's less they don't recognize people and more they don't care to remember or know. at least the shower's not a blood-splattered mess when they get there. when itadori leans his head against his own, dabi tilts his head to the side with a small frown. not that he can go too far is the sorcerer chases his head cause he's a stubborn idiot. bleh... don't get all nuzzly with him. he's not a cuddler at first. but in compromise, he's not shaking the guy's arms off his waist. with the shower hot enough, dabi steps to the side, letting itadori get in first to have a few moments to rinse off by himself. then gets in---squeezes in---with him. he's a bit more of a mess than itadori, but doesn't seem to mind the close proximity as he starts rinsing off.]
It's fine.
[he can at least warm the area up in spite of the colder water.]
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Date: 9/25/21 02:22 (UTC)Don't worry about it.
[he can patch himself up without a problem. he's always taken care of himself after the mountain fire. treating his own burns, cleaning his own wounds, stapling his own flesh, occasionally burning himself on purpose if it was needed. not that he'll be showcasing any of that since there's no first aid kit to be had. at least they can wash off and he can cauterize it. (though he is mentally checking the rest of his body for any other cuts. there's gonna be bruises on his hips at least. itadori's got a singed hand.) sex without any kind of ache isn't common if you're just going to blow off steam. least the kid can go home with some mark of pride rather than feeling glum about only leaving the on dabi.
hmph... maybe he should bite him before he leaves.
the shower knobs are cold under his hands, the old plus-shaped metal knobs giving away the age of this place's setup. hell, even when they're knocked off, seems like the motel goes out of its way to replace them with crummy cheap shit. well, keeps the cost down. or they simply like the atmosphere. easy to abandon if need be. water spurts and coughs from the shower head a few times as the temperature changes and the hot water heater kicks in. luckily they escape from getting a bunch of dark water on their faces.
arms find their way around his waist and dabi turns to look at itadori from his shoulder. that's not exactly a sensation he's felt... ever. it's quickly muted by a strong body pressing up against his own, but the feeling remains. it's not some reach around jerk off or even a sex-laded drag backwards. an embrace. when's the last time he had someone simply put their arms around him for the sake of holding him and nothing more? those sensations are quietly shocking enough that he doesn't answer right away.]
... With the company they keep, ain't surprised.
[it's less they don't recognize people and more they don't care to remember or know. at least the shower's not a blood-splattered mess when they get there. when itadori leans his head against his own, dabi tilts his head to the side with a small frown. not that he can go too far is the sorcerer chases his head cause he's a stubborn idiot. bleh... don't get all nuzzly with him. he's not a cuddler
at first. but in compromise, he's not shaking the guy's arms off his waist. with the shower hot enough, dabi steps to the side, letting itadori get in first to have a few moments to rinse off by himself. then gets in---squeezes in---with him. he's a bit more of a mess than itadori, but doesn't seem to mind the close proximity as he starts rinsing off.]It's fine.
[he can at least warm the area up in spite of the colder water.]