[the thought hasn't been alien to dabi's mind. four kids, four tries, four shots to finally hit the target and get the results he wanted. but those three failures still had some benefit to them, right? couldn't he at least take what was good about them and treasure that? at least make some use of it? no. instead, he focused everything on that "at last" perfect puppet and left the rest of them to rot, ignored and abandoned as unwanted experiments who only knew they were failures he wanted no part in. dabi's had a nightmare before about endeavor not even wanting to cut out the failures' "good parts" (if any) and gruesomely install them into shouto's body like some disgusting chimera made up of the salvaged pieces from the three sacrificial predecessors incorporated into one perfect body. that'd been a fun night.]
Yeah. Money and ambition.
[don't spoil his fun with your sarcastic logic, endeavor. he hates to admit there's a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth simply because his father's bantering with him and it's got traces of hilarity in the entire experience. long-since given up on earning his father's love and affection, he's settled for demanding his attention and hatred. this is a semblance of the latter and dabi's kind of fine with that for now. it's the first time he's actually had some decent conversation with the man, even if they are taking potshots at each other like a bickering divorced couple stuck in the same house. funny.]
Easy for you to say; some fuckin pint-sized geezer didn't knock ya out with a single kick.
[so he might be harboring some petulant resentment towards his own poor performance during the break in. fessing up to twice about his lack of strength during the assault on the kids' training camp was also irritating, though his wry self-depreciation stated it more as accepted fact. it's not just his fire that burns up dabi's body; he doesn't give himself much credit at times either, still thinking of himself as a failure who could never match up. it's that inferiority complex that adds more fuel to his flames.]
I know. Picked up more skill on the streets than I did in your house.
[apart from his quirk training, initially with endeavor and then stubbornly on his own, he also learned a lot at school, made good grades, and got some pretty nice insight skills he could make use of later out on the streets. that was one benefit that set him apart from other villains, since he had quite the impressive background as a todoroki child. not that any of them knew till way later.
the question, however, earns a blink of surprise, followed by a "pfft" and a laugh. oh fuck, make his night why dontcha, old man? with his bodily inspection over, dabi heads back to the chair, not bothering to put his clothes back on. why should he? not like he gets cold.]
It's shorthand for "Dad I'd Like to Fuck". Means a hot, older, family man ya wanna bone. Pretty sure ya can't see it, but for a guy close to 50, you aged well. Your face still looks like you're in ya thirties, ya got that Greek god body goin on. [dabi taps the side of his own head in indication.] And don't even have a gray hair or wrinkles. Scar's somethin, but guess some people like their perfection marred. [he stretches his arms over his head and kicks his legs back up on the desk.] I've heard some real sleazy plans and thoughts people have about ya on the streets. What they'd do to you if they could ever catch ya and shut your Quirk off.
[way to sound creeper. maybe it's a good or bad thing that the change in topic allows the "punching bag" comment to fall off the proverbial table. dabi instead settles for watching the other man rooting around in his bag. tsk... not like he packed anything for this. just up and left with a few things in his pockets. probably should've planned this out more, but there were only a few hours between the end of the call and meeting endeavor. no time. oh well. they'd figure something out. get food delivered or hole up in a hotel after tonight. this is only a stopgap on the way.]
Bento?
[enji cuts off his initial ire and it fades in exchange for the box offered to him. dabi holds it for a minute, seeming confused or unsure about it. been a long time since he'd ever held his sister's cooking. she'd been learning to do it from their mom and servants before touya died. guess she got better. the first reaction he has is to throw it away and opt to starve... but... he pops the top off and is about to go at it with his fingers out of habit. then notices the chopsticks on the side and... kind of grumpily uses them instead.]
Ya know Fuyumi wants ya back in her life. Fuckin insane...
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lol "what's a dilf" - make his night
Date: 11/30/21 15:57 (UTC)Yeah. Money and ambition.
[don't spoil his fun with your sarcastic logic, endeavor. he hates to admit there's a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth simply because his father's bantering with him and it's got traces of hilarity in the entire experience. long-since given up on earning his father's love and affection, he's settled for demanding his attention and hatred. this is a semblance of the latter and dabi's kind of fine with that for now. it's the first time he's actually had some decent conversation with the man, even if they are taking potshots at each other like a bickering divorced couple stuck in the same house. funny.]
Easy for you to say; some fuckin pint-sized geezer didn't knock ya out with a single kick.
[so he might be harboring some petulant resentment towards his own poor performance during the break in. fessing up to twice about his lack of strength during the assault on the kids' training camp was also irritating, though his wry self-depreciation stated it more as accepted fact. it's not just his fire that burns up dabi's body; he doesn't give himself much credit at times either, still thinking of himself as a failure who could never match up. it's that inferiority complex that adds more fuel to his flames.]
I know. Picked up more skill on the streets than I did in your house.
[apart from his quirk training, initially with endeavor and then stubbornly on his own, he also learned a lot at school, made good grades, and got some pretty nice insight skills he could make use of later out on the streets. that was one benefit that set him apart from other villains, since he had quite the impressive background as a todoroki child. not that any of them knew till way later.
the question, however, earns a blink of surprise, followed by a "pfft" and a laugh. oh fuck, make his night why dontcha, old man? with his bodily inspection over, dabi heads back to the chair, not bothering to put his clothes back on. why should he? not like he gets cold.]
It's shorthand for "Dad I'd Like to Fuck". Means a hot, older, family man ya wanna bone. Pretty sure ya can't see it, but for a guy close to 50, you aged well. Your face still looks like you're in ya thirties, ya got that Greek god body goin on. [dabi taps the side of his own head in indication.] And don't even have a gray hair or wrinkles. Scar's somethin, but guess some people like their perfection marred. [he stretches his arms over his head and kicks his legs back up on the desk.] I've heard some real sleazy plans and thoughts people have about ya on the streets. What they'd do to you if they could ever catch ya and shut your Quirk off.
[way to sound creeper. maybe it's a good or bad thing that the change in topic allows the "punching bag" comment to fall off the proverbial table. dabi instead settles for watching the other man rooting around in his bag. tsk... not like he packed anything for this. just up and left with a few things in his pockets. probably should've planned this out more, but there were only a few hours between the end of the call and meeting endeavor. no time. oh well. they'd figure something out. get food delivered or hole up in a hotel after tonight. this is only a stopgap on the way.]
Bento?
[enji cuts off his initial ire and it fades in exchange for the box offered to him. dabi holds it for a minute, seeming confused or unsure about it. been a long time since he'd ever held his sister's cooking. she'd been learning to do it from their mom and servants before touya died. guess she got better. the first reaction he has is to throw it away and opt to starve... but... he pops the top off and is about to go at it with his fingers out of habit. then notices the chopsticks on the side and... kind of grumpily uses them instead.]
Ya know Fuyumi wants ya back in her life. Fuckin insane...