[well it is kind of stupid to argue in the middle of a shower while you're helping someone stay warm. and the other ironic part is dabi's tired of yelling at endeavor or beating on him. he's walked a lot today, he's emotionally worn, and he wants to rest. this right now... is a good rest. the shower water feels good, even if it's more the drumming beat of it against his remaining healthy flesh.]
Ya mean ya don't ever get attacked from behind or ya never turn ya back on villains?
[okay so maybe not completely done with picking at him, but the question's not really lancing. endeavor's free to take it that way if he likes, but dabi's mostly curious. he's noticed the lack of any real scars on the hero's body, especially compared to the one on his face. they speak of endeavor's skill and power. though the one ripping half of his visage off dual speaks of his determination to be a hero and, now that it's revealed, the depths of dabi's hatred towards the man.
and no. he has no sympathy for shouto's burn scar or endeavor's. they don't even know the meaning of "scarring" compared to what touya went through. though he's not really one to flaunt his scars for that reason. kind of likes using them to freak, scare, and gross people out. they're sort of an intimidation weapon and they make a great conversation starter. (especially when he blames them on heroes.)
nah, he'll stick to one finger for exploring.]
And yet ya still can't help but occasionally treat me like one.
[no shit, since dabi can act like an immature kid at times. sulking, pouting, having tantrums, getting even, being a pain in the ass for no reason other than he's a walking dickhead. the league puts up with an awful lot from him... endeavor would shake his head. but then there's the current reality, when he's standing over his father with his body bared and his dick in his face. no shame whatsoever.
one, he certainly had gotten endeavor's genes in that department, though he doesn't have that meat-packed buns of steel ass his father sports and the tabloids like to snap pictures of (control your spandex, endeavor). but that might be more lack of nutrition on the streets than lack of genes. two, he's damn glad his dick hasn't burned off. there are multiple reasons he's not even going to think about for why. that said, enji staring right at him and checking him out is one part weird as fuck and one part hilarious. not that dabi was a prude; he never averted his eyes when endeavor stripped down.]
Walked in here on my own, and I'll leave when I feel like it. Ya ain't in control of that.
[though he does "hmph" in annoyance when the man opts to eschew his hands-aimed water flow and instead takes the icy burst in the face to quick wash himself off. tch, see if he ever helps you with that again, arrogant asshole. but he steps to the side and leans against the far wall while endeavor washes.
and this time, he takes the opportunity to take a good look. eyes wandering down his father's neck and chest, that ridiculous breadth of his shoulders and the statue chiselling of muscle that threatened to rival All Might in sheer sculpture alone. it's annoying that the man's a damn specimen of male beauty. aliens should never abduct him for a sample of humanity because they'd be disappointed when they came back for more like him. fuck, you could wash clothes on those abs! he gets a faint memory of playing that pachinko machine, watching the little metal balls bounce down pegs and hills to find paths to the bottom. speaking of... twin cuts grooving his his funnel dabi's eyes lower towards the fantasy of many a villainous female gaze. no, there were one or two instance when he torched some lewd bitch for rambling on about endeavor's dick. the world didn't need trash like that. but... he's getting a full frontal proof of exactly why they talked about him. it's as impressive as the rest of him, and that's probably an understatement.
maybe he's silently grateful he at least got some of his father's genes outside his quirk, and eyes, and skin tone, and hair... well, used to be hair.]
Ya serious? [did he just slip back into "dad" mode at him? dabi gives him a flat look before bluntly walking into the water and letting it splatter all over his face and down his body.] This is washin properly.
[anywhere from breaking into a school to steal showers at their locker rooms, the entire league renting one motel room to shower off, or if those options aren't available, finding fountain, river, lake, something like that to take a dip in. though it's when dabi gets the soap in his hands that he actually pauses and looks a little... not conflicted, but it's rare he gets soap.]
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Date: 12/5/21 20:05 (UTC)Ya mean ya don't ever get attacked from behind or ya never turn ya back on villains?
[okay so maybe not completely done with picking at him, but the question's not really lancing. endeavor's free to take it that way if he likes, but dabi's mostly curious. he's noticed the lack of any real scars on the hero's body, especially compared to the one on his face. they speak of endeavor's skill and power. though the one ripping half of his visage off dual speaks of his determination to be a hero and, now that it's revealed, the depths of dabi's hatred towards the man.
and no. he has no sympathy for shouto's burn scar or endeavor's. they don't even know the meaning of "scarring" compared to what touya went through. though he's not really one to flaunt his scars for that reason. kind of likes using them to freak, scare, and gross people out. they're sort of an intimidation weapon and they make a great conversation starter. (especially when he blames them on heroes.)
nah, he'll stick to one finger for exploring.]
And yet ya still can't help but occasionally treat me like one.
[no shit, since dabi can act like an immature kid at times. sulking, pouting, having tantrums, getting even, being a pain in the ass for no reason other than he's a walking dickhead. the league puts up with an awful lot from him... endeavor would shake his head. but then there's the current reality, when he's standing over his father with his body bared and his dick in his face. no shame whatsoever.
one, he certainly had gotten endeavor's genes in that department, though he doesn't have that meat-packed buns of steel ass his father sports and the tabloids like to snap pictures of (control your spandex, endeavor). but that might be more lack of nutrition on the streets than lack of genes. two, he's damn glad his dick hasn't burned off. there are multiple reasons he's not even going to think about for why. that said, enji staring right at him and checking him out is one part weird as fuck and one part hilarious. not that dabi was a prude; he never averted his eyes when endeavor stripped down.]
Walked in here on my own, and I'll leave when I feel like it. Ya ain't in control of that.
[though he does "hmph" in annoyance when the man opts to eschew his hands-aimed water flow and instead takes the icy burst in the face to quick wash himself off. tch, see if he ever helps you with that again, arrogant asshole. but he steps to the side and leans against the far wall while endeavor washes.
and this time, he takes the opportunity to take a good look. eyes wandering down his father's neck and chest, that ridiculous breadth of his shoulders and the statue chiselling of muscle that threatened to rival All Might in sheer sculpture alone. it's annoying that the man's a damn specimen of male beauty. aliens should never abduct him for a sample of humanity because they'd be disappointed when they came back for more like him. fuck, you could wash clothes on those abs! he gets a faint memory of playing that pachinko machine, watching the little metal balls bounce down pegs and hills to find paths to the bottom. speaking of... twin cuts grooving his his funnel dabi's eyes lower towards the fantasy of many a villainous female gaze. no, there were one or two instance when he torched some lewd bitch for rambling on about endeavor's dick. the world didn't need trash like that. but... he's getting a full frontal proof of exactly why they talked about him. it's as impressive as the rest of him, and that's probably an understatement.
maybe he's silently grateful he at least got some of his father's genes outside his quirk, and eyes, and skin tone, and hair... well, used to be hair.]
Ya serious? [did he just slip back into "dad" mode at him? dabi gives him a flat look before bluntly walking into the water and letting it splatter all over his face and down his body.] This is washin properly.
[anywhere from breaking into a school to steal showers at their locker rooms, the entire league renting one motel room to shower off, or if those options aren't available, finding fountain, river, lake, something like that to take a dip in. though it's when dabi gets the soap in his hands that he actually pauses and looks a little... not conflicted, but it's rare he gets soap.]