[ he'd care more about impressing dabi—well, never, but the chances would be slightly higher if their "date" were for more than getting his in-game codes. though if he had his choice of location to take dabi to, this kind of place probably wouldn't even occur to him. they're both relatively easy to please in the food department (unlike mr compress...). does he need to update his (short, sparse) list of dabi's likes and dislikes?
and he lets the reminder/warning stand, not compelled to argue about it. the next is more interesting: ]
Why wouldn't you be? Not having goal doesn't lose you your life.
[ tomura gets the gist of it, of course he does—they're at least kindred spirits in devoting themselves to a purpose—but he wants to know a little more than that. would dabi off himself without an objective, or is a sense of purpose the key to physical victory?
and naturally he agrees with choosing the proper target. that's why he chose all might at first, wasn't it? no way to make a bigger splash than killing the number one hero, but that fell through pretty badly, as did the camp raid dabi's bringing up. ]
Didn't know you'd end up such a fan of it.
[ he comments drily, not without amusement. as stated, at least it was successful as hell in getting them notoriety. ]
[hey, getting a decent meal out of it isn't a bad goal for the date either. and neither of them are directly pissing the other off, or boring the room with pointless blather. way back when, dabi (or touya) would have not only thought this place was passing enough for a todoroki, but actually admit it was a good establishment. luckily, tomura doesn't have to deal with that and instead gets this easier-to-please asshole that walked out of touya's grave.
he's keeping a list of his likes and dislikes? wow.]
If ya don't have somethin important enough to live for, then ya ain't gonna be livin long.
[people drifting listlessly through the day, scraping to get by, and even those at the top, all of them enjoy life more than death. they have a goal, they find something to do that compels them to move forward. from the mundane to the great. dabi's no different. he'd've died on the streets long ago, perhaps even on that mountain top or medical bed, if he'd not had something to focus on and yearn to gain. untainted and twisted as it had been back then.
as for whether or not dabi would off himself if he list his reason for being? lost his purpose in life? ... granted he's dealt with thoughts of suicide before, as little touya frantically wondered what his existence was even for, scrambling for something to grasp onto so the looming abyss of neglect and failure his father dismissed him towards couldn't take him. without a reason for living, there was no point to life. simple as that. people can't endure that much pain and hardship.
he scoffs at the idea he was "a fan" of that mission.]
It served its purpose, even if the vehicle was stupid.
[should've left the kid and just burned down the entire camp rather than trying to capture someone. a few student deaths would've been greater an impact than stealing some jackass who ended up preaching about all might and leading the heroes right to their front door.]
[ lucky him. what would he do with himself if dabi expected to be wooed with expensive dinners and presents?
it's not difficult to keep track of dabi's dislikes though—the man announces those to the world—and he hasn't exactly hidden his likes either. it's obvious enough when you share a living space and someone bitches you out for taking a soba pack. ]
Plenty of people make it through life aimlessly.
[ the way he sees it at least. going to school, getting a job, finding someone to marry—that's just a scripted path set out for the masses that they follow like NPCs. not wanting to die doesn't seem to him like it's living for something. debatable whether either of them could say they're exceptions though—maybe with them, it's not so much living for something than having something worth killing themselves over.
tomura huffs at that backhanded compliment/agreement. before he can retort, there's a knock at the screen doors again before the waitress slides them open, and with a slight bow, begins to serve them their orders. drinks first, then a tray of appetizers (pickled vegetables, seaweed, so on), then the main course. with a 'please enjoy,' she rearranges the serving trays to carry away, but upsets her apron and spills a handful of popsicle sticks. they drop to the floor, where tomura spots several with commands and questions printed on. well—looks like they have an idea about the "dare" game now. ]
[probably find himself another ally that wasn't so high maintenance and weird. guess there's a pro to being a blunt son of a bitch who has no problem telling people their driving sucks, that fish is gross, and how he hates heroes and wants to watch them burn alive in front of him. oh and soba. he like soba. and cigarettes. and apparently hot topic. other shit similar.]
Depends. Just cause ya wanna keep ya head down and live doesn't mean ya ain't got a goal. Even the worst trash in the city would admit to wantin more than they got.
[and wanting more is an aim, something that keeps them alive despite their horrible conditions. people with nothing to want anymore wind up death. and even that's arguable, because death is the only thing they want, to make everything else they don't want stop or go away. dabi aims to live until he dies the way he wants. outside of shouto or endeavor, no one else is worth his death, so he stays alive, even if he has to claw his way back from the edge of the grave.
dabi glances up as the door skims to the side and the conversation's interrupted by food. he leans back from the table so their waitress can arrange everything on the table, stomach silently clenching to remind him one) he's hungry, and two) it's been a while since he's had food like this. sure, the league's quality of life went up when they took over re-destro's army, but... restaurants are not a frequent occurrence for wanted criminals.
when the woman drops the popsicle sticks all over the floor, dabi gives her and the mess a callous look. before grabbing a handful of the sticks and holding them out to her to take while he gathers up some others.
and will attempt to surreptitiously light finger a few while he helps.]
[ Tomura is silent while the waitress hurries to sort out the mess, offering neither reassurance nor rebuke, mostly leaving her to her own devices while he pops the cap of his drink. He notes that Dabi leans over to help though, which raises an eyebrow, mostly just because it's a rare event when Dabi decides to be helpful. At any rate, gathering the spilled prompt sticks is quicker with two people, and once she's tucked them in her apron again, the woman thanks Dabi and leaves with another quick apology. ]
You're feeling generous today, [ Tomura comments, with mild amusement, once the sliding doors shut again.
Helping out their hostess, and that validation of those inconsequential goals of people Dabi would doubtlessly still discard if they ran into each other in some shady back alley. ]
[dabi merely offers a quiet "s'fine" as he helps her gather up the sticks, merely holding them out to her instead of trying to dump them in her hands or put them on her. she can take as she likes. once it's all done, he leans back into his leisurely sprawl by the table, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back to pop his shoulders. then sits up and crosses his legs so it's easier to lean over the table and start on the opening food.]
She should be more careful.
[before reaching out and passing the five wooden sticks he palmed, slid, or otherwise concealed and stole from the woman while she was working. not sure if they'll be of any help, but whatever. tomura's free to take them and use whatever information's on there as he washes.]
[ he's already going after his food while dabi stretches like a job well done. over his bowl of rice, a questioning look gets directed at the other at the enigmatic prelude, but this time dabi takes no prompting and slides over a set of five wooden sticks. tomura glances down at them, then back at dabi, a small grin tugging at his lips. ]
Not bad. Didn't know you could be light with your fingers.
[ he sets his food down for a moment and draws the sticks over, studying them. ]
Is this an invitation to play? I can't hand these back just like that after you went into the trouble.
[ dabi, you're practically giving him an excuse. ]
[it was a job well done, thank you. be grateful he didn't make a big deal about fanfare and flourish when he finishes his little jobs and schemes. dabi's enigmatic and can be dramatic up the wazoo, but sometimes... it's best to simply out with it and offer up the rewards. besides, these sticks aren't gonna do him any good.
and not that tomura's gonna know, but dabi might be basking a little bit under that small grin. praise him; he's awesome.]
I didn't burn down every store or person I stole from. [he had some decency. more like he didn't want to deal with the mess of getting police eyes turned on his location. remember, he had an unremarkable rap sheet when he first met tomura. petty crime at best. then he hung out with bad influences and look where he is now. shame on you lot. corrupting his burned butt.]
Didn't ya come here to play? [or was it just the food? maybe he's agreeing to play... might not be the best partner, but hey, there are worst ways to waste time.]
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and he lets the reminder/warning stand, not compelled to argue about it. the next is more interesting: ]
Why wouldn't you be? Not having goal doesn't lose you your life.
[ tomura gets the gist of it, of course he does—they're at least kindred spirits in devoting themselves to a purpose—but he wants to know a little more than that. would dabi off himself without an objective, or is a sense of purpose the key to physical victory?
and naturally he agrees with choosing the proper target. that's why he chose all might at first, wasn't it? no way to make a bigger splash than killing the number one hero, but that fell through pretty badly, as did the camp raid dabi's bringing up. ]
Didn't know you'd end up such a fan of it.
[ he comments drily, not without amusement. as stated, at least it was successful as hell in getting them notoriety. ]
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he's keeping a list of his likes and dislikes? wow.]
If ya don't have somethin important enough to live for, then ya ain't gonna be livin long.
[people drifting listlessly through the day, scraping to get by, and even those at the top, all of them enjoy life more than death. they have a goal, they find something to do that compels them to move forward. from the mundane to the great. dabi's no different. he'd've died on the streets long ago, perhaps even on that mountain top or medical bed, if he'd not had something to focus on and yearn to gain. untainted and twisted as it had been back then.
as for whether or not dabi would off himself if he list his reason for being? lost his purpose in life? ... granted he's dealt with thoughts of suicide before, as little touya frantically wondered what his existence was even for, scrambling for something to grasp onto so the looming abyss of neglect and failure his father dismissed him towards couldn't take him. without a reason for living, there was no point to life. simple as that. people can't endure that much pain and hardship.
he scoffs at the idea he was "a fan" of that mission.]
It served its purpose, even if the vehicle was stupid.
[should've left the kid and just burned down the entire camp rather than trying to capture someone. a few student deaths would've been greater an impact than stealing some jackass who ended up preaching about all might and leading the heroes right to their front door.]
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it's not difficult to keep track of dabi's dislikes though—the man announces those to the world—and he hasn't exactly hidden his likes either. it's obvious enough when you share a living space and someone bitches you out for taking a soba pack. ]
Plenty of people make it through life aimlessly.
[ the way he sees it at least. going to school, getting a job, finding someone to marry—that's just a scripted path set out for the masses that they follow like NPCs. not wanting to die doesn't seem to him like it's living for something. debatable whether either of them could say they're exceptions though—maybe with them, it's not so much living for something than having something worth killing themselves over.
tomura huffs at that backhanded compliment/agreement. before he can retort, there's a knock at the screen doors again before the waitress slides them open, and with a slight bow, begins to serve them their orders. drinks first, then a tray of appetizers (pickled vegetables, seaweed, so on), then the main course. with a 'please enjoy,' she rearranges the serving trays to carry away, but upsets her apron and spills a handful of popsicle sticks. they drop to the floor, where tomura spots several with commands and questions printed on. well—looks like they have an idea about the "dare" game now. ]
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Depends. Just cause ya wanna keep ya head down and live doesn't mean ya ain't got a goal. Even the worst trash in the city would admit to wantin more than they got.
[and wanting more is an aim, something that keeps them alive despite their horrible conditions. people with nothing to want anymore wind up death. and even that's arguable, because death is the only thing they want, to make everything else they don't want stop or go away. dabi aims to live until he dies the way he wants. outside of shouto or endeavor, no one else is worth his death, so he stays alive, even if he has to claw his way back from the edge of the grave.
dabi glances up as the door skims to the side and the conversation's interrupted by food. he leans back from the table so their waitress can arrange everything on the table, stomach silently clenching to remind him one) he's hungry, and two) it's been a while since he's had food like this. sure, the league's quality of life went up when they took over re-destro's army, but... restaurants are not a frequent occurrence for wanted criminals.
when the woman drops the popsicle sticks all over the floor, dabi gives her and the mess a callous look. before grabbing a handful of the sticks and holding them out to her to take while he gathers up some others.
and will attempt to surreptitiously light finger a few while he helps.]
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You're feeling generous today, [ Tomura comments, with mild amusement, once the sliding doors shut again.
Helping out their hostess, and that validation of those inconsequential goals of people Dabi would doubtlessly still discard if they ran into each other in some shady back alley. ]
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She should be more careful.
[before reaching out and passing the five wooden sticks he palmed, slid, or otherwise concealed and stole from the woman while she was working. not sure if they'll be of any help, but whatever. tomura's free to take them and use whatever information's on there as he washes.]
She might lose somethin.
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Not bad. Didn't know you could be light with your fingers.
[ he sets his food down for a moment and draws the sticks over, studying them. ]
Is this an invitation to play? I can't hand these back just like that after you went into the trouble.
[ dabi, you're practically giving him an excuse. ]
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and not that tomura's gonna know, but dabi might be basking a little bit under that small grin. praise him; he's awesome.]
I didn't burn down every store or person I stole from. [he had some decency. more like he didn't want to deal with the mess of getting police eyes turned on his location. remember, he had an unremarkable rap sheet when he first met tomura. petty crime at best. then he hung out with bad influences and look where he is now. shame on you lot. corrupting his burned butt.]
Didn't ya come here to play? [or was it just the food? maybe he's agreeing to play... might not be the best partner, but hey, there are worst ways to waste time.]