[ he speaks as he sets the food out across the table, opening each of the three bentos to display their contents. in addition to the things he's mentioned, there's also some sausages cut to resemble octopuses, a salad with cherry tomatoes, and some sliced-up fresh fruit. it's a lot of food, he knows, but he also knows that dabi probably doesn't get to eat enough most of the time - he's the skinniest out of all of them, even including shigaraki. whether or not that's due to malnutrition, tamaki wants to make sure he eats properly at least for today.
the word date makes him squeak in embarrassment, though, his eyes widening and his face turning pink. it shouldn't affect him so strongly, but he's never even considered the possibility of going on a date with anyone. who would want to? ]
I just... wanted to make sure there was enough for both of us.
[ he doesn't mention the extra bag of groceries still stuffed into his backpack; that's for later.
once he's finished getting everything opened up, he sets out two slim cases, each containing a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. ]
Ah. [that'd do it. dabi takes his legs off the table once it's clear there's going to be a bit of a spread. even if it's three bentos and some drinks. he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and peers over the options. someone went through a lot of effort to prepare this. reminds him of the kind of meals a mother would make for her child. oy, toga's skinnier than he is. (cause she's a girl, duh.) malnutrition is part of the reason for dabi's lanky appearance, but it's also genes, where he never got the muscular build from his father that his younger brothers inherited. even after his growth spurt, touya mostly got taller and stayed slender, though his life on the streets surviving gave him wiry, toned muscle.
but turning down some good food isn't really his operation.
dabi knew exactly what kind of reaction "date" would get; that's why he said it, just to fuck with tamaki. as for the unspoken question, a lot of people would want to date tamaki if they could accept his ridiculously-shy demeanor. not that dabi's got plans on letting that happen.]
Congratulations. Ya did.
[dabi swipes one of the cases of chopsticks off the table once they're laid out, pops it open and slips them out. he picks up the bento with the sausages and sets in. kind of eats leaned or hunched over, almost like a predator guarding his food. sometimes he'll eat with his head up and back straight, but that's usually when he's in a place he doesn't trust and thus keeping his guard up.]
[ it's not really necessary to say more about his grandfather - and, in reality, it's probably a bad idea to go around giving up information about his family to villains - but tamaki finds himself wanting to explain, anyway. how his quirk runs in the family, how his grandfather started the shop to help others like them, how he sends tamaki gift baskets every now and then to help him practice using his abilities.
how he isn't very healthy anymore.
but again - not necessary. so, instead, he focuses his attention on dabi, watching as the older man surveys the food. tamaki made it all himself; his parents weren't home much, so he was used to cooking his own meals. he didn't need to make so much, or try so hard, but it was impossible not to. after all, wouldn't it make dabi happy, seeing so much good food? wouldn't eating it improve his life, even if just a little? and, if it did, wouldn't that make him like tamaki? maybe even find him worthy of having around?
the tiniest bit of praise is enough to leave him grinning shyly, still pink from that earlier comment. the word date rings in his ears as he carefully takes out his own utensils, and he can't help but be distracted by the sight of dabi eating the food he'd cooked just for him. ]
I hope you like it...
[ he doesn't expect compliments, of course, especially not from this particular man. ]
[there are plenty of reasons he can figure on why tamaki went through all the trouble of making this. considering the league of villains has gone from personal bar hideouts to scrounging on the run to convenience store diets to robbing grocery stores to indulging on the splendors of the plf's wealth of reserves, dabi's been through quite the gastronomical adventures on his own part. not to mention the aspect of surviving on his own for several years on the streets.
so he recognizes good food when he sees it, even if he's too rude to say much towards it. tamaki knows himself well enough, why he made what he did how he did. dabi's not about to insult his intelligence or his intentions by asking him a "why" question both of them already know. tamaki made a bunch of nice food to impress him and dabi's offering a simple "you did it" moment of acknowledging the man accomplished his goal with it.
not that the villain's shallow enough to keep tamaki around for his cooking prowess. that's just a surprising added bonus.
as far as food goes, dabi avoids fish primarily. hates it. both the taste and the memories. natto and plain white rice also don't sit well with him for similar reasons. hence going for the sausages. that said, he's also not a picky person (unless he feels like being a dick) when it comes to food. food's food.]
It's good. [hey, compliment due where effort's given.] Ya learn from home?
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Date: 3/26/23 13:21 (UTC)[ he speaks as he sets the food out across the table, opening each of the three bentos to display their contents. in addition to the things he's mentioned, there's also some sausages cut to resemble octopuses, a salad with cherry tomatoes, and some sliced-up fresh fruit. it's a lot of food, he knows, but he also knows that dabi probably doesn't get to eat enough most of the time - he's the skinniest out of all of them, even including shigaraki. whether or not that's due to malnutrition, tamaki wants to make sure he eats properly at least for today.
the word date makes him squeak in embarrassment, though, his eyes widening and his face turning pink. it shouldn't affect him so strongly, but he's never even considered the possibility of going on a date with anyone. who would want to? ]
I just... wanted to make sure there was enough for both of us.
[ he doesn't mention the extra bag of groceries still stuffed into his backpack; that's for later.
once he's finished getting everything opened up, he sets out two slim cases, each containing a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. ]
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Date: 3/26/23 23:33 (UTC)but turning down some good food isn't really his operation.
dabi knew exactly what kind of reaction "date" would get; that's why he said it, just to fuck with tamaki. as for the unspoken question, a lot of people would want to date tamaki if they could accept his ridiculously-shy demeanor. not that dabi's got plans on letting that happen.]
Congratulations. Ya did.
[dabi swipes one of the cases of chopsticks off the table once they're laid out, pops it open and slips them out. he picks up the bento with the sausages and sets in. kind of eats leaned or hunched over, almost like a predator guarding his food. sometimes he'll eat with his head up and back straight, but that's usually when he's in a place he doesn't trust and thus keeping his guard up.]
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Date: 3/27/23 02:18 (UTC)how he isn't very healthy anymore.
but again - not necessary. so, instead, he focuses his attention on dabi, watching as the older man surveys the food. tamaki made it all himself; his parents weren't home much, so he was used to cooking his own meals. he didn't need to make so much, or try so hard, but it was impossible not to. after all, wouldn't it make dabi happy, seeing so much good food? wouldn't eating it improve his life, even if just a little? and, if it did, wouldn't that make him like tamaki? maybe even find him worthy of having around?
the tiniest bit of praise is enough to leave him grinning shyly, still pink from that earlier comment. the word date rings in his ears as he carefully takes out his own utensils, and he can't help but be distracted by the sight of dabi eating the food he'd cooked just for him. ]
I hope you like it...
[ he doesn't expect compliments, of course, especially not from this particular man. ]
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Date: 3/28/23 19:28 (UTC)so he recognizes good food when he sees it, even if he's too rude to say much towards it. tamaki knows himself well enough, why he made what he did how he did. dabi's not about to insult his intelligence or his intentions by asking him a "why" question both of them already know. tamaki made a bunch of nice food to impress him and dabi's offering a simple "you did it" moment of acknowledging the man accomplished his goal with it.
not that the villain's shallow enough to keep tamaki around for his cooking prowess. that's just a surprising added bonus.
as far as food goes, dabi avoids fish primarily. hates it. both the taste and the memories. natto and plain white rice also don't sit well with him for similar reasons. hence going for the sausages. that said, he's also not a picky person (unless he feels like being a dick) when it comes to food. food's food.]
It's good. [hey, compliment due where effort's given.] Ya learn from home?