[itadori's protested being a kid before, and yet then he goes and does something like this. eager and proud to answer with a show off of something so mundane and childish, it's annoyingly pure-hearted. dabi doesn't bother lighting anything to see; he can gather as much by the shifting covers.
yeah no, he'll just keep the sheets around his ribs for now.
dabi's not expecting itadori to ask about his "day" or his "life" since they already decided not to bring those topics into their meetings. one out of secrecy over a life unrevealed to the villain, and one out of caution over the activities the sorcerer would be against hearing and at risk of knowing. dabi isn't one to garrulously spill about his criminal ways, at least not to most people, and usually never for no reason. he likes to save that kind of shit for battles or dangerous situations where he needs to by time or intimidate others. itadori doesn't fall into that category. plus he's already made it clear he doesn't approve. no point in getting into an argument. but it does limit their conversation topics... what to speak about when their normal lives are shuttered by the lives themselves? likely something more off topic. preferences and thoughts about random shit. small talk that means nothing more than finding commonality between two different people.
odd thing is, dabi finds himself actually wanting to perhaps indulge in some of that with itadori. it irritates him because he normally couldn't give a shit. and yet here he is, talking about what temperature is best in bed. there's something about the sorcerer that's... comfortable. he's not someone dabi would ever admit to caring about whether he lived or died, but apparently he does take some solace in knowing itadori's alive. at least alive enough he can look forward to meeting him another time. can't say he's really ever felt that about someone else. someone he isn't planning on being villainous towards.]
Depends on how ya define a date. Two people goin out an doin' somethin they both enjoy doing? Could be a date. [no matter if the "something" is watching a movie or blowing up a convenience store.] Wouldn't call this one. It's just an extended meetin, dinner an' a fuck included.
[a little smirk and a "heh" pop off at the end of that. dabi didn't do "emotional" connections, since that moved too much into the "feelings" he doesn't have. what itadori holds towards him is the other guy's own burden. he knows not to expect much, if any, on the return outside of a surface-level curiosity and interest. still... that does beg the question why he's staying here to sleep beside him when he would've long-since left someone else and the door behind him.
eyes fall on him again and dabi glances to the side to catch the sorcerer's face in the faint moonlight. confusion and frustration in his voice isn't hard to hear, but seeing it on his face reminds him itadori's still just off the cusp of adulthood. contrary to the expressive display on his partner's face, dabi's remains a complete blank, eyes somewhat lidded, brows resting neutral, lips together despite his scarred slicing across his stapled cheeks making him reminiscent of a glasgow smile. can't give him certainty or justification beyond simply wanting to do something and going for it. to hell with the results.
so why is itadori looking at him like a begging child outside a store window? it is pretty pathetic, but hey, if dabi's going to encourage the guy to be free with his desires, then isn't he setting himself up for this kind of crap? who knows what sort of repressed wants itadori's been harboring under that pink hair of his.]
Huh?
[the villain's mouth cracks open a bit in a slight twist of confusion, brows angling in the same. that's what he's wanting? to be clingy?]
Ya ain't gonna turn into some kinda octopus while I'm sleepin are ya?
[granted, considering dabi's main concept of "being together" is his parents, the idea of cuddling in bed is a relatively alien concept in his head. do people really have to touch while they're sleeping to feel comfortable or something? granted, he appreciates the warning, but he's not sure he's the kind of person who's right for cuddling. which is still playing out almost like a failed wrestling match in his head. a far cry from what itadori's thinking about.]
Or do ya mean... uh... fuck, what kind are ya talkin about?
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yeah no, he'll just keep the sheets around his ribs for now.
dabi's not expecting itadori to ask about his "day" or his "life" since they already decided not to bring those topics into their meetings. one out of secrecy over a life unrevealed to the villain, and one out of caution over the activities the sorcerer would be against hearing and at risk of knowing. dabi isn't one to garrulously spill about his criminal ways, at least not to most people, and usually never for no reason. he likes to save that kind of shit for battles or dangerous situations where he needs to by time or intimidate others. itadori doesn't fall into that category. plus he's already made it clear he doesn't approve. no point in getting into an argument. but it does limit their conversation topics... what to speak about when their normal lives are shuttered by the lives themselves? likely something more off topic. preferences and thoughts about random shit. small talk that means nothing more than finding commonality between two different people.
odd thing is, dabi finds himself actually wanting to perhaps indulge in some of that with itadori. it irritates him because he normally couldn't give a shit. and yet here he is, talking about what temperature is best in bed. there's something about the sorcerer that's... comfortable. he's not someone dabi would ever admit to caring about whether he lived or died, but apparently he does take some solace in knowing itadori's alive. at least alive enough he can look forward to meeting him another time. can't say he's really ever felt that about someone else. someone he isn't planning on being villainous towards.]
Depends on how ya define a date. Two people goin out an doin' somethin they both enjoy doing? Could be a date. [no matter if the "something" is watching a movie or blowing up a convenience store.] Wouldn't call this one. It's just an extended meetin, dinner an' a fuck included.
[a little smirk and a "heh" pop off at the end of that. dabi didn't do "emotional" connections, since that moved too much into the "feelings" he doesn't have. what itadori holds towards him is the other guy's own burden. he knows not to expect much, if any, on the return outside of a surface-level curiosity and interest. still... that does beg the question why he's staying here to sleep beside him when he would've long-since left someone else and the door behind him.
eyes fall on him again and dabi glances to the side to catch the sorcerer's face in the faint moonlight. confusion and frustration in his voice isn't hard to hear, but seeing it on his face reminds him itadori's still just off the cusp of adulthood. contrary to the expressive display on his partner's face, dabi's remains a complete blank, eyes somewhat lidded, brows resting neutral, lips together despite his scarred slicing across his stapled cheeks making him reminiscent of a glasgow smile. can't give him certainty or justification beyond simply wanting to do something and going for it. to hell with the results.
so why is itadori looking at him like a begging child outside a store window? it is pretty pathetic, but hey, if dabi's going to encourage the guy to be free with his desires, then isn't he setting himself up for this kind of crap? who knows what sort of repressed wants itadori's been harboring under that pink hair of his.]
Huh?
[the villain's mouth cracks open a bit in a slight twist of confusion, brows angling in the same. that's what he's wanting? to be clingy?]
Ya ain't gonna turn into some kinda octopus while I'm sleepin are ya?
[granted, considering dabi's main concept of "being together" is his parents, the idea of cuddling in bed is a relatively alien concept in his head. do people really have to touch while they're sleeping to feel comfortable or something? granted, he appreciates the warning, but he's not sure he's the kind of person who's right for cuddling. which is still playing out almost like a failed wrestling match in his head. a far cry from what itadori's thinking about.]
Or do ya mean... uh... fuck, what kind are ya talkin about?