[dabi wouldn't trust him to not send a message to the heroes or someone if he gets the chance. even then, the villain's still not destroying the computer within easy reach of him. keyboard's not completely smashed beyond use either. maybe he's content to bother endeavor with the option. just so he can "told you so" later on and thus proof his distrust is vindicated. he's left contemplating things within the darkness of the station, his own reflection in the computer screen and glass pondering with him. and raging with him when his pride's suddenly pricked in a way dabi would've been pissed off to admit gets to him.
and he knows exactly why; he just said it. still glaring and silently growling at the other man, dabi slowly takes in the attempt to calm him down and lets it mollify him for now. he twists around again and slouches in his seat, even more petulant now over having shown endeavor an outburst of true emotion. the idea that both endeavor and shouto are trying to reach his heights drives a jade spear through his chest. bastards don't have enough power on their own; they're not satisfied until they've taken his own quirk from him! first his dreams and ambitions, then his only chance at getting the attention he deserves, and now...
and then endeavor goes out of his way to ruffle his hair. dabi jerks his head back fast enough he probably broke his neck or something, teeth bared in a feral snarl. he pointedly swivels the chair around to show the back to the hero and sulks in the shadows. boiling in his thoughts, it takes a while for dabi to come back to the prior conversation. when he does, it's surly and rueful, but much more controlled again.]
Someone with a time control Quirk would turn the world on its head.
[both the heroes and the villains would throw down an all out war to make sure that quirk ended up on the respective side. provided it actually worked in the manner most people assume time control worked. even if it was something as limited as going back in time only for the previous hour.]
Like I'd ever wanna be a "hero" now. Ya know as well as I do there's no such thing as "heroes" anymore. Haven't been for a long fuckin time.
[dabi plays with the remains of his cigarette for a few seconds before flicking it into ashen oblivion.]
Right. Ya were more content burnin me to ashes than yourself. Sides, the only thing ya never failed to pass onto ya pathetic brood is ya stubbornness. Heh, better hope ya puppet got a bigger dose than I did.
[he doesn't think about shouto. (no, he thinks about him a lot and those thoughts are never nice.) dabi frowns at the idea of practicing with endeavor. on the one hand, his rage and pride instantly reject the idea, screaming about how he's gotten this strong this far all on his own strength. but the more pragmatic side of him is putting two and two together about growing stronger with endeavor's teaching and turning into an even bigger pain in the ass later on down the line. wouldn't it be something to murder shouto in front of him with something endeavor taught him during these two weeks? fucking poetic...
the chair creaks as he leans back in it and nudges the keyboard to the side with his heel.]
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they dragged an extra day out of me.
Date: 11/27/21 20:54 (UTC)and he knows exactly why; he just said it. still glaring and silently growling at the other man, dabi slowly takes in the attempt to calm him down and lets it mollify him for now. he twists around again and slouches in his seat, even more petulant now over having shown endeavor an outburst of true emotion. the idea that both endeavor and shouto are trying to reach his heights drives a jade spear through his chest. bastards don't have enough power on their own; they're not satisfied until they've taken his own quirk from him! first his dreams and ambitions, then his only chance at getting the attention he deserves, and now...
and then endeavor goes out of his way to ruffle his hair. dabi jerks his head back fast enough he probably broke his neck or something, teeth bared in a feral snarl. he pointedly swivels the chair around to show the back to the hero and sulks in the shadows. boiling in his thoughts, it takes a while for dabi to come back to the prior conversation. when he does, it's surly and rueful, but much more controlled again.]
Someone with a time control Quirk would turn the world on its head.
[both the heroes and the villains would throw down an all out war to make sure that quirk ended up on the respective side. provided it actually worked in the manner most people assume time control worked. even if it was something as limited as going back in time only for the previous hour.]
Like I'd ever wanna be a "hero" now. Ya know as well as I do there's no such thing as "heroes" anymore. Haven't been for a long fuckin time.
[dabi plays with the remains of his cigarette for a few seconds before flicking it into ashen oblivion.]
Right. Ya were more content burnin me to ashes than yourself. Sides, the only thing ya never failed to pass onto ya pathetic brood is ya stubbornness. Heh, better hope ya puppet got a bigger dose than I did.
[he doesn't think about shouto. (no, he thinks about him a lot and those thoughts are never nice.) dabi frowns at the idea of practicing with endeavor. on the one hand, his rage and pride instantly reject the idea, screaming about how he's gotten this strong this far all on his own strength. but the more pragmatic side of him is putting two and two together about growing stronger with endeavor's teaching and turning into an even bigger pain in the ass later on down the line. wouldn't it be something to murder shouto in front of him with something endeavor taught him during these two weeks? fucking poetic...
the chair creaks as he leans back in it and nudges the keyboard to the side with his heel.]
I'll think about it.