[he doesn't attempt to counter the protest, instead finding some amusement in itadori's attempts to shove away the comment. someone who'd reach out to a random stranger and repeatedly fight for the chance to form a bond and make a friend. even after learning those horrible things about dabi, he still wants to claim attempts at friendship. it sounds so desperate. stubborn. shallow. friendship requires trust and trust takes far more time and experience than this. but itadori thinks it can come simply out of a sheer stubborn will and proclaiming it so. kind of mind-boggling in its naivety.
and a little interesting to watch him struggle with it.
dabi has no doubts they could cross antagonistic paths. and yet, it sounds so easy to avoid doing so. the kid's already hinted about not being involved with the heroes and villains running around the society. but the secret "thing" itadori is involved with instead, the heroic nature the kid holds close to his chest, those things could very well cause friction between them if crossed. and dabi has no idea what that "thing" is. stepping on an unknown landmine trigger that makes "not my problem" turn into "getting involved" in a few seconds flat.
mah, well... he doubts he'll ever kill someone in front of itadori if this is what their interactions are going to be.
oh? no reaction? and here he thought he'd break into the flustered protests he'd been privy to on the phon-- ... never mind. the corner of his mouth quirks up in the bastard child of sneer and smirk as itadori's face blooms crimson. took a bit, but it hit. a lewd sense of humor? hardly. it's simply something the kid had brought up before and dabi found intriguing enough to needle him with. taunting people comes easy to him. doesn't believe the dismissive exhale, but he lets him get away with ducking the issue. mostly because he knows itadori's going to be thinking of it for a while.]
Oy, oy. Nothin's "wrong" with me. [the way he says it, however, implies he's well aware the opposite is very much true. there's so much "wrong" with him according to the society in which they live.] Hn, weren't ya the one who said you wanted to try it?
[towards the end of the phone call. oh he's wary of itadori. never once has he relaxes his internal guard around the kid. food and company albeit, he's still a potential threat. yeah, dabi remembers what he said about a quirk-like ability running out of control if he gets distracted enough. but he also figured itadori's a fighter. and if you can fight and still keep in control, sex can operate very similarly. besides, this kid's certainly jerked off before and no one's died from it. right?
dabi leans back to his previous perch by the table, regarding the other guy's cross-armed stance as much a bluff as it obviously is.]
This ain't that kinda porno, kid. [while he certainly can be charming and smooth, he has to want to be. and 99/100, he's not with someone he wants to be that with.] Ya think I'll dump ya cause you're bad at sex?
[the villain's eyes shift towards him, head tilting to give him a look that's curious, predatory, threatening, and intrigued. there's no fear anywhere.]
no subject
and a little interesting to watch him struggle with it.
dabi has no doubts they could cross antagonistic paths. and yet, it sounds so easy to avoid doing so. the kid's already hinted about not being involved with the heroes and villains running around the society. but the secret "thing" itadori is involved with instead, the heroic nature the kid holds close to his chest, those things could very well cause friction between them if crossed. and dabi has no idea what that "thing" is. stepping on an unknown landmine trigger that makes "not my problem" turn into "getting involved" in a few seconds flat.
mah, well... he doubts he'll ever kill someone in front of itadori if this is what their interactions are going to be.
oh? no reaction? and here he thought he'd break into the flustered protests he'd been privy to on the phon-- ... never mind. the corner of his mouth quirks up in the bastard child of sneer and smirk as itadori's face blooms crimson. took a bit, but it hit. a lewd sense of humor? hardly. it's simply something the kid had brought up before and dabi found intriguing enough to needle him with. taunting people comes easy to him. doesn't believe the dismissive exhale, but he lets him get away with ducking the issue. mostly because he knows itadori's going to be thinking of it for a while.]
Oy, oy. Nothin's "wrong" with me. [the way he says it, however, implies he's well aware the opposite is very much true. there's so much "wrong" with him according to the society in which they live.] Hn, weren't ya the one who said you wanted to try it?
[towards the end of the phone call. oh he's wary of itadori. never once has he relaxes his internal guard around the kid. food and company albeit, he's still a potential threat. yeah, dabi remembers what he said about a quirk-like ability running out of control if he gets distracted enough. but he also figured itadori's a fighter. and if you can fight and still keep in control, sex can operate very similarly. besides, this kid's certainly jerked off before and no one's died from it. right?
dabi leans back to his previous perch by the table, regarding the other guy's cross-armed stance as much a bluff as it obviously is.]
This ain't that kinda porno, kid. [while he certainly can be charming and smooth, he has to want to be. and 99/100, he's not with someone he wants to be that with.] Ya think I'll dump ya cause you're bad at sex?
[the villain's eyes shift towards him, head tilting to give him a look that's curious, predatory, threatening, and intrigued. there's no fear anywhere.]
or cause you'll try to rip my throat out?