It's not desperate and shallow. It's not! It's- ...
[ -hard to unfold. itadori had some really good friends; he's not the type to struggle with creating new alliances everywhere he goes. he's not 'alone' in that aspect. it's a lot deeper than that. it might have to do with the fact dabi is oblivious to who he truly is somehow created a sense of escape? god, he didn't know anymore. it was too draining to narrow it down.
he offers the villain a flat stare. ah, don't get in the way, and we won't have a problem— yeah, that's the uncomplicated theory of it. it still felt bothersome to be told not to react, in any given situation. chances of them crossing paths in the field are slim, true, but ... don't kill someone in front of him, you! which reminds him, he needs to come up with a scheme against those flames. you know, just in case!
the bed comment barely triggered any reaction. at first! itadori ends up following dabi's gesture, glancing toward the bedroom door, blinking, staring— it hasn't reached his brain yet. aaaaany second now.
3
2
1 ... ]
Oi!
[ yup, it's here. despite the burn in his cheeks, itadori reassured himself that man simply had a weird, lewd sense of humor. if he wished to hang out with him more, he should get used to it and not take it to heart. a sigh followed, somewhat striving to be dismissive, while still keeping his eyes on dabi. it reflects on a subtle inner struggle; swinging from being tempted to rejecting the idea. either way, the sorcerer is not hating it. he really isn't used to someone being this forward with him. ]
... You didn't even want to sit next to me a minute ago, and now you're acting like everything is okay. What's wrong with you?
[ for once, this is where dabi should be wary of him. there is no need in repeating his concerns, he trusts that man is smart enough to remember the warning during their previous phone conversation. which brings him back to the hypothesis of it being a mere joke. straightening his back, itadori parodied a serious, contemplating expression— arms folded against his chest. ]
Is this really your way of asking someone to have sex? Aren't you supposed to be smooth and charming? No flirting or sweet talk?
[ he tilts his head to the side, taking it more seriously now. ]
If things turn bad, will you still agree to meet me?
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Date: 8/30/21 20:14 (UTC)[ -hard to unfold. itadori had some really good friends; he's not the type to struggle with creating new alliances everywhere he goes. he's not 'alone' in that aspect. it's a lot deeper than that. it might have to do with the fact dabi is oblivious to who he truly is somehow created a sense of escape? god, he didn't know anymore. it was too draining to narrow it down.
he offers the villain a flat stare. ah, don't get in the way, and we won't have a problem— yeah, that's the uncomplicated theory of it. it still felt bothersome to be told not to react, in any given situation. chances of them crossing paths in the field are slim, true, but ... don't kill someone in front of him, you! which reminds him, he needs to come up with a scheme against those flames. you know, just in case!
the bed comment barely triggered any reaction. at first! itadori ends up following dabi's gesture, glancing toward the bedroom door, blinking, staring— it hasn't reached his brain yet. aaaaany second now.
3
2
1 ... ]
Oi!
[ yup, it's here. despite the burn in his cheeks, itadori reassured himself that man simply had a weird, lewd sense of humor. if he wished to hang out with him more, he should get used to it and not take it to heart. a sigh followed, somewhat striving to be dismissive, while still keeping his eyes on dabi. it reflects on a subtle inner struggle; swinging from being tempted to rejecting the idea. either way, the sorcerer is not hating it. he really isn't used to someone being this forward with him. ]
... You didn't even want to sit next to me a minute ago, and now you're acting like everything is okay. What's wrong with you?
[ for once, this is where dabi should be wary of him. there is no need in repeating his concerns, he trusts that man is smart enough to remember the warning during their previous phone conversation. which brings him back to the hypothesis of it being a mere joke. straightening his back, itadori parodied a serious, contemplating expression— arms folded against his chest. ]
Is this really your way of asking someone to have sex? Aren't you supposed to be smooth and charming? No flirting or sweet talk?
[ he tilts his head to the side, taking it more seriously now. ]
If things turn bad, will you still agree to meet me?