dabi wouldn't have to wait for long, and with a careful touch— he brought the piece closer and inside his mouth, holding still until the other takes the bite, pulling the chopsticks away a second later. a small droplet of the sauce lands on the corner of dabi's mouth, and out of habit, itadori used the tip of his thumb to wipe it clean. it's one of those instants when you act before you think, except in itadori's case— the realization never reached his mind. he genuinely didn't think it was a big deal.
his attention falls on the empty containers now, leaning forward to collect the lids, sealing them shut one by one as he speaks. ]
Ah, okay. Cold soba again, got it. I might try another side dish. If you have a specific request, let me know. Otherwise, I'll choose.
[ the 'bring your own burner' remark is odd, and itadori was so close to point out his fire quirk could be used in something other than burning his victims, but (luckily) he refrained from commenting. it's not illogical to predict dabi is not into that kinda thing. he might find it offensive ... ? somehow.
more importantly, itadori had a very inconstant schedule himself. jujutsu high didn't offer the luxury of a 24-hour cautionary, often ending up being called onto the scene and hearing about what they're dealing with on the way over. he might end up canceling on the villain more than he wishes for, and he's unsure if he should elaborate on his circumstances in advance— or just hope he can pull it off whenever dabi hits him up. okay, there is no point in stressing about this. itadori will deal with it in time.
with everything tucked neatly inside the lunch bag, itadori is free to face the other now, fingers idly drumming on the edge of the table. his gaze drops to the small gap between them, slowly tracing upward until he caught those eyes again. their body language spoke a thousand words; with itadori being more unguarded, and the villain heavy with doubts. while others might feel disheartened by it, itadori is anything but that. ]
Maybe next time you'll relax more ...
[ a lighthearted comment. no pressure, no sense of urgency. dabi is allowed to move at his own pace. ]
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Date: 8/28/21 21:25 (UTC)dabi wouldn't have to wait for long, and with a careful touch— he brought the piece closer and inside his mouth, holding still until the other takes the bite, pulling the chopsticks away a second later. a small droplet of the sauce lands on the corner of dabi's mouth, and out of habit, itadori used the tip of his thumb to wipe it clean. it's one of those instants when you act before you think, except in itadori's case— the realization never reached his mind. he genuinely didn't think it was a big deal.
his attention falls on the empty containers now, leaning forward to collect the lids, sealing them shut one by one as he speaks. ]
Ah, okay. Cold soba again, got it. I might try another side dish. If you have a specific request, let me know. Otherwise, I'll choose.
[ the 'bring your own burner' remark is odd, and itadori was so close to point out his fire quirk could be used in something other than burning his victims, but (luckily) he refrained from commenting. it's not illogical to predict dabi is not into that kinda thing. he might find it offensive ... ? somehow.
more importantly, itadori had a very inconstant schedule himself. jujutsu high didn't offer the luxury of a 24-hour cautionary, often ending up being called onto the scene and hearing about what they're dealing with on the way over. he might end up canceling on the villain more than he wishes for, and he's unsure if he should elaborate on his circumstances in advance— or just hope he can pull it off whenever dabi hits him up. okay, there is no point in stressing about this. itadori will deal with it in time.
with everything tucked neatly inside the lunch bag, itadori is free to face the other now, fingers idly drumming on the edge of the table. his gaze drops to the small gap between them, slowly tracing upward until he caught those eyes again. their body language spoke a thousand words; with itadori being more unguarded, and the villain heavy with doubts. while others might feel disheartened by it, itadori is anything but that. ]
Maybe next time you'll relax more ...
[ a lighthearted comment. no pressure, no sense of urgency. dabi is allowed to move at his own pace. ]
Do you want anything else from me?