dabi's content to stay where he is and peruse the vicinity from behind his own shades. they probably look suspicious as fuck in their get up. even with sunglasses, it's not hard to realize someone's looking around the place. still, tomura's giving the place the okay and dabi's gonna go ahead and chalk up some trust on the man to know what he's doing. worst comes to worst, everyone in this place dies and they get to leave without issue. might swipe some food from the kitchen on the way out if it comes to that.
not his fault someone's got sensitive ears and neck. there's a shit grin tugging the corner of his mouth beneath his mask and a soft "heh" breathes out in response.]
Yeah, ya totally squimin in your pants.
[hey, you're the one who opted to come here, 'leader', so you should have some sort of enjoyment in this? otherwise they could've just come in, got the code or whatever, and left. dabi still keeps an eye out to see how all that's gonna go down.
thank fuck they're not left to stand in the waiting area long. dabi feels more comfortable when they leave the open dining space and bar and enter the hallway instead. individual rooms. how quaint. though the show of the room earns a frown behind his mask. the formal space reminds him far too much of his childhood home compared to all the restaurants and couches the league tends to crash and eat at. ugh. he pushes the discomfort aside and heads into the room, taking some sick pride and "poisoning" the place with his presence. (look, he takes vindictive wins in his brain where he can. sue his insane ass.)
sits down cross-legged and takes up one of the menus, soon enough shrugging off the remaining "ugh" about that place and getting back to the normal callous poise he's always wearing.]
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dabi's content to stay where he is and peruse the vicinity from behind his own shades. they probably look suspicious as fuck in their get up. even with sunglasses, it's not hard to realize someone's looking around the place. still, tomura's giving the place the okay and dabi's gonna go ahead and chalk up some trust on the man to know what he's doing. worst comes to worst, everyone in this place dies and they get to leave without issue. might swipe some food from the kitchen on the way out if it comes to that.
not his fault someone's got sensitive ears and neck. there's a shit grin tugging the corner of his mouth beneath his mask and a soft "heh" breathes out in response.]
Yeah, ya totally squimin in your pants.
[hey, you're the one who opted to come here, 'leader', so you should have some sort of enjoyment in this? otherwise they could've just come in, got the code or whatever, and left. dabi still keeps an eye out to see how all that's gonna go down.
thank fuck they're not left to stand in the waiting area long. dabi feels more comfortable when they leave the open dining space and bar and enter the hallway instead. individual rooms. how quaint. though the show of the room earns a frown behind his mask. the formal space reminds him far too much of his childhood home compared to all the restaurants and couches the league tends to crash and eat at. ugh. he pushes the discomfort aside and heads into the room, taking some sick pride and "poisoning" the place with his presence. (look, he takes vindictive wins in his brain where he can. sue his insane ass.)
sits down cross-legged and takes up one of the menus, soon enough shrugging off the remaining "ugh" about that place and getting back to the normal callous poise he's always wearing.]
Ya really know how to show a man a good time.