[ironically dabi feels that walking into the restaurant IS the equivalent of waving around that giant flag. but simultaneously, he's also callous enough he doesn't care about what goes down, figuring between the two of them, the restaurant it any potential threats inside are as good as dead if they want to try and start something. plus, why the hell should they be wary of going to a restaurant? ignoring the obvious answer.
moving on.
he glances at tomura for the quipped compliment, but then snorts in amusement at it rather than rejecting it. stroke his ego some more.]
Ya should feel lucky.
[he can be a shit too. dabi follows him inside, glancing around the restaurant from the confines of his hood and shades. taking note of doors and people and routes while tomura chats up the hostess. who seems ironically cheerful about their presence there. if only she knew...
nishimura? okay, taking note of that to possibly call him later on cause he can. good call on a room instead of simply taking a booth, table, or a place at the bar. (hell if dabi's gonna bother with good manners either.) there are a few people waiting in the waiting area, glancing at them, but no one seems interested or at least are keeping their attentions to themselves.
and...? he glances back when the woman trails off, wondering if tomura's going to cover for him or if he needs to pony up a name. and why the hell does she care who the other person is? room for two and that'll be all, bitch.
boyfriend.
wow. once she went ack to her terminal for data entry, dabi leans forward some, covered mouth just outside tomura's ear.]
the one insane server with googly eyes and obviously false teeth - coming up~
moving on.
he glances at tomura for the quipped compliment, but then snorts in amusement at it rather than rejecting it. stroke his ego some more.]
Ya should feel lucky.
[he can be a shit too. dabi follows him inside, glancing around the restaurant from the confines of his hood and shades. taking note of doors and people and routes while tomura chats up the hostess. who seems ironically cheerful about their presence there. if only she knew...
nishimura? okay, taking note of that to possibly call him later on cause he can. good call on a room instead of simply taking a booth, table, or a place at the bar. (hell if dabi's gonna bother with good manners either.) there are a few people waiting in the waiting area, glancing at them, but no one seems interested or at least are keeping their attentions to themselves.
and...? he glances back when the woman trails off, wondering if tomura's going to cover for him or if he needs to pony up a name. and why the hell does she care who the other person is? room for two and that'll be all, bitch.
boyfriend.
wow. once she went ack to her terminal for data entry, dabi leans forward some, covered mouth just outside tomura's ear.]
Smooth. That paybacks for the couch?