[ironically it's a silent acknowledgement that itadori's followed through on his promise and dabi still mistrusts him. though at least he seems to find the food offering acceptable enough he no longer thinks there's poison in it. or if he does, no longer cares. still, considering the villain's normal body temperature, perhaps poisons have a harder time working on him. who knows? but there was no further need to accuse him of poisoning or something else.
it's a little strange the guy was over there sulking about the distance between them. is he really so touch starved that he's upset a villainous stranger isn't ready to cozy up to him after only a few minutes of knowing him in person? naive and stupid... but the food is too much a distraction to really chase after that line of thought. a glance up tells him the itadori's relaxed more now, so something's going right.
dabi gives a brief "hm?" as hands reach for the food. noticing the extra pair of utensils doesn't really faze him. itadori said he was making him a meal, not bringing a two-person dinner with him. but he doesn't fight the reach for the food or the dip into the meal. after all, it's itadori's food. and perhaps if things were poisoned, the kid wouldn't be dumb enough to eat it too. so maybe that's a point of note dabi's giving him when itadori munches on some of the tofu.
he quietly picks the piece from his portion and puts it in his mouth alone, chewing on it to test the flavor and texture. well, at least sampling it. he's not full enough to swish it around in his mouth or linger on it like some shit connoisseur. like the rest of the food, it's good. his throat dips with the swallow. tofu isn't his favorite, but he'll take it over plain rice and fish.
back to the soba. if itadori wants any of this, he'd better act soon or forever hold his peace.]
Ya gettin dust in the food.
[won't stop him from eating it, but he does point it out since itadori's got a bunch of dust between his fingers now. might want to be careful or else he'd be outside choking on that dust with nothing to drink either.
humanity might be pushing it, but it's not far from the mark. heroes, kindness, families, feelings, those kinds of things he's lost his faith in. while he's not gunning for spinner's desire to see "true" heroes be brought to light to help society, he's also not on board with shigaraki's desire to destroy everything in the world. then again, dabi simply wants to ruin one man and relish in endeavor's torment. everything else is simply a way to get that done.
but...
the request earns one more look, turquoise gaze searing him like blue flames, and dabi finally shifts to the side, making room for itadori to take a seat.]
Fine. [stubbornness paid out. blame it on the food. treating him like a decent human being.] Bein close's real important to ya or somethin?
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Date: 8/24/21 22:21 (UTC)it's a little strange the guy was over there sulking about the distance between them. is he really so touch starved that he's upset a villainous stranger isn't ready to cozy up to him after only a few minutes of knowing him in person? naive and stupid... but the food is too much a distraction to really chase after that line of thought. a glance up tells him the itadori's relaxed more now, so something's going right.
dabi gives a brief "hm?" as hands reach for the food. noticing the extra pair of utensils doesn't really faze him. itadori said he was making him a meal, not bringing a two-person dinner with him. but he doesn't fight the reach for the food or the dip into the meal. after all, it's itadori's food. and perhaps if things were poisoned, the kid wouldn't be dumb enough to eat it too. so maybe that's a point of note dabi's giving him when itadori munches on some of the tofu.
he quietly picks the piece from his portion and puts it in his mouth alone, chewing on it to test the flavor and texture. well, at least sampling it. he's not full enough to swish it around in his mouth or linger on it like some shit connoisseur. like the rest of the food, it's good. his throat dips with the swallow. tofu isn't his favorite, but he'll take it over plain rice and fish.
back to the soba. if itadori wants any of this, he'd better act soon or forever hold his peace.]
Ya gettin dust in the food.
[won't stop him from eating it, but he does point it out since itadori's got a bunch of dust between his fingers now. might want to be careful or else he'd be outside choking on that dust with nothing to drink either.
humanity might be pushing it, but it's not far from the mark. heroes, kindness, families, feelings, those kinds of things he's lost his faith in. while he's not gunning for spinner's desire to see "true" heroes be brought to light to help society, he's also not on board with shigaraki's desire to destroy everything in the world. then again, dabi simply wants to ruin one man and relish in endeavor's torment. everything else is simply a way to get that done.
but...
the request earns one more look, turquoise gaze searing him like blue flames, and dabi finally shifts to the side, making room for itadori to take a seat.]
Fine. [stubbornness paid out. blame it on the food. treating him like a decent human being.] Bein close's real important to ya or somethin?