[a short time of knowing him and itadori's got some parts of dabi figured out. of course he can't know about the other guy's internal demon (semi-literally) or the depths of those anxieties, but considering itadori knows there's a risk to sex thanks to that unknown threat, it suggests he's experienced something traumatic enough to make it a warning. but unfortunately, those pesky things like guilt and mercy and not being a rude ass involve "feelings", and dabi's not really big on them anymore. burned up a long time ago. while he won't harp on them like some schoolyard bully, he is bringing them up again because itadori obviously wants to do it, but keeps backing down with protests, silent and verbal. consider it enabling taunting from a bad influence this kid really shouldn't be listening to.
and a smirk would depend on how he dies... still, yeah, he's crazy enough to have a go at this oddity. kissing, fucking, stripping, whatever. itadori's proven at least somewhat trustful thanks to that meal and the lack of any cops busting through the walls. if the thing he's worried about is truly such a threat, itadori never would've let himself get that close to dabi or anyone else. some of it's curiosity on the villain's part. he'd rather not stake his life on the line for indulging in this particular fun, but... well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
itadori's stuttered breath and gape when he pitches that offer of the reins keeps the entertainment going. this night's shaping up to be interesting... please, it's not like he's scared of some kid fumbling his way through sex with him. what's the worst that could happen?
earlier on, yeah, he called his attempts at getting closer shallow and desperate. now, some of that opinion has laxed a bit. not so much desperate as relieved and surprised at getting a chance to do something he's wanted to do. his opinion on itadori's improved... a little. even if dabi still has no trouble insulting him. he insults the other league members and he's known them for months now.]
Got me all figured out, huh. [that little analysis is pretty bang on. he'd been getting ready to strip in front of the phone their first conversation, after all.] But ya woulda done those things regardless, because it's more important to ya to make a friend, have people feel comfortable around ya, and protect them, than it is to find a fuck buddy. Ain't that right?
[while dabi's fine with making no connections, itadori's the kind to want a bond with others. without parents, it's not hard to see why. someone like that would want to make friends. true, he may not know much about the kid's straights, but he's insightful enough to understand some aspects about him, based on all they've talked about and what he's seen from him.]
Hm?
[okay, for a second that throws him for a loop. agreeing to kiss him and then abruptly standing up like he's getting ready to walk out the door? dabi glances up at him, not bothering to stand just yet. but then that ultimatum comes and a small huff leaves his half-charred lips. amused? annoyed? intrigued? hard to tell, but he presses one hand to the table and pushes himself up to his feet with an easy motion. despite the intimidating air dabi gives off, he's only 3cm taller than itadori.]
Hey now. Ya backin me into a corner here. [turquoise eyes fix on the topaz once more.]
Puttin it that way makes it seem like ya gonna assume I'm bein an asshole cause I'm nice. [he doesn't sound very bent about it and steps forward, moving into itadori's space until they're almost front to front.]
I could kiss ya right now, and you'd think I'm just tryin to manipulate ya into gettin what I want. [granted, he's not attacked itadori yet. only been evasive in the conversation and mocked him occasionally about his anxieties. would that count as "nice" to some people? probably not.
all that said, however... dabi does lean in, enough the heat off his lips is brushing over itadori's skin like a hand passing close to a candle. eyes still arrested on the kids, his voice rings sincere.] I ain't changin myself for you. But thanks for the food.
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Date: 9/1/21 23:10 (UTC)and a smirk would depend on how he dies... still, yeah, he's crazy enough to have a go at this oddity. kissing, fucking, stripping, whatever. itadori's proven at least somewhat trustful thanks to that meal and the lack of any cops busting through the walls. if the thing he's worried about is truly such a threat, itadori never would've let himself get that close to dabi or anyone else. some of it's curiosity on the villain's part. he'd rather not stake his life on the line for indulging in this particular fun, but... well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
itadori's stuttered breath and gape when he pitches that offer of the reins keeps the entertainment going. this night's shaping up to be interesting... please, it's not like he's scared of some kid fumbling his way through sex with him. what's the worst that could happen?
earlier on, yeah, he called his attempts at getting closer shallow and desperate. now, some of that opinion has laxed a bit. not so much desperate as relieved and surprised at getting a chance to do something he's wanted to do. his opinion on itadori's improved... a little. even if dabi still has no trouble insulting him. he insults the other league members and he's known them for months now.]
Got me all figured out, huh. [that little analysis is pretty bang on. he'd been getting ready to strip in front of the phone their first conversation, after all.] But ya woulda done those things regardless, because it's more important to ya to make a friend, have people feel comfortable around ya, and protect them, than it is to find a fuck buddy. Ain't that right?
[while dabi's fine with making no connections, itadori's the kind to want a bond with others. without parents, it's not hard to see why. someone like that would want to make friends. true, he may not know much about the kid's straights, but he's insightful enough to understand some aspects about him, based on all they've talked about and what he's seen from him.]
Hm?
[okay, for a second that throws him for a loop. agreeing to kiss him and then abruptly standing up like he's getting ready to walk out the door? dabi glances up at him, not bothering to stand just yet. but then that ultimatum comes and a small huff leaves his half-charred lips. amused? annoyed? intrigued? hard to tell, but he presses one hand to the table and pushes himself up to his feet with an easy motion. despite the intimidating air dabi gives off, he's only 3cm taller than itadori.]
Hey now. Ya backin me into a corner here. [turquoise eyes fix on the topaz once more.]
Puttin it that way makes it seem like ya gonna assume I'm bein an asshole cause I'm nice. [he doesn't sound very bent about it and steps forward, moving into itadori's space until they're almost front to front.]
I could kiss ya right now, and you'd think I'm just tryin to manipulate ya into gettin what I want. [granted, he's not attacked itadori yet. only been evasive in the conversation and mocked him occasionally about his anxieties. would that count as "nice" to some people? probably not.
all that said, however... dabi does lean in, enough the heat off his lips is brushing over itadori's skin like a hand passing close to a candle. eyes still arrested on the kids, his voice rings sincere.] I ain't changin myself for you. But thanks for the food.
[and dealing with him.]