[Clearly Dabi also inherited Enji’s capacity to be a smartass. A habit he forced himself to break some time ago. It wasn’t becoming for a hero, they told him. He’s still on the fence about whether or not he agrees, but if that explosion child can make it then he’ll be validated. How does trying to pay Dabi a compliment turn into roasting his father and his parenting skills? Or lack thereof, in this case, he supposes.]
It took that and more to make the four of you, but you wouldn’t know. For all I know you’ve burnt off that part of you too.
[If Dabi wants to play this game, he’ll play. His son has no idea the handful he was in school. He’ll be the punching bag that talks back. Although, the comment about Gran Torino is self-deprecating enough that he doesn’t even need to add anything to that. He does feel guilty though. Like maybe it’s his own fault for not taking training Touya seriously. Then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten pushed around by an old man.
Wait, what?! Dad he would like to WHAT? Enji’s brows shoot up in astonishment, disgust, and judgement all at once in an intense change of facial expression that can only be described as a pastor having glimpsed pornography for the first time.]
That’s disgusting. Don’t be crass. We’re related. [As he realizes that the words were part of the definition, he tries to pull himself together but a lingering blush tints his otherwise abrasive features. Disgusting. How was that the first thought in his mind?
Enji pretends to be preoccupied with bento as Dabi goes on to say things he has no interest in hearing. Sure, he’s been on the cover of men’s heath and fitness magazines in very form fitting clothing that revealed more of him than his costume, but he’s never gone back to look at the feedback and commentary. He has assistants that do that for him and they keep that shit to themselves.
He clears his throat loudly, forcing chopsticks at Dabi along with his food to just end that topic immediately. Only Dabi would come up with the most unnerving way to tell Enji he wasn’t bad looking.]
She just wants everyone to be happy. Easiest way to do that is to remove myself from the equation. [He lifts his hands as if to say, there, he’s done it. Then he settles on the floor comfortably to eat.]
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enji’s instant regret lmao
Date: 11/30/21 22:56 (UTC)It took that and more to make the four of you, but you wouldn’t know. For all I know you’ve burnt off that part of you too.
[If Dabi wants to play this game, he’ll play. His son has no idea the handful he was in school. He’ll be the punching bag that talks back. Although, the comment about Gran Torino is self-deprecating enough that he doesn’t even need to add anything to that. He does feel guilty though. Like maybe it’s his own fault for not taking training Touya seriously. Then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten pushed around by an old man.
Wait, what?! Dad he would like to WHAT? Enji’s brows shoot up in astonishment, disgust, and judgement all at once in an intense change of facial expression that can only be described as a pastor having glimpsed pornography for the first time.]
That’s disgusting. Don’t be crass. We’re related. [As he realizes that the words were part of the definition, he tries to pull himself together but a lingering blush tints his otherwise abrasive features. Disgusting. How was that the first thought in his mind?
Enji pretends to be preoccupied with bento as Dabi goes on to say things he has no interest in hearing. Sure, he’s been on the cover of men’s heath and fitness magazines in very form fitting clothing that revealed more of him than his costume, but he’s never gone back to look at the feedback and commentary. He has assistants that do that for him and they keep that shit to themselves.
He clears his throat loudly, forcing chopsticks at Dabi along with his food to just end that topic immediately. Only Dabi would come up with the most unnerving way to tell Enji he wasn’t bad looking.]
She just wants everyone to be happy. Easiest way to do that is to remove myself from the equation. [He lifts his hands as if to say, there, he’s done it. Then he settles on the floor comfortably to eat.]