[ Relax—it's not like Tomura booked them a spot in Endeavor's favorite restaurant. This is on the slightly more upscale end of things, but it's still the kind of place a family could bring their kids—or the kind of place for a casual date on Valentine's Day. On this particular day, it's bound to be more crowded than either of them would like, as villains, but Tomura is determined to brave the crowd out celebrating or making a grab for those exclusive codes. Dabi underestimates the mass appeal that video games can have these days.
Hence the disguise, to whatever extent it can be called a "disguise" rather than just hiding his more distinguishing features. The get-up tilts a bit too much towards the "fashionable" side for Tomura to be completely taken with it, but, again, as long as it works, he could put up with whatever flair Toga decides to add. (Though the coat had been something he picked up since it just looked THAT good in the second movie.)
Dabi gets a questioning look when he asks. ]
Taisho era, maybe?
[ Tomura shrugs. As far as the game goes, he doesn't know shit about the history of the restaurant.
After that prompting, he goes on ahead and takes the lead towards the front doors. No point in lingering back or slinking over with hunched shoulders; if anything, that would probably look even more suspicious. ]
Yeah, but they weren't taking bookings on the rooms. [ Something about demand and they would try to accommodate people on-location. ] You're not gonna chicken out if we have to wait a bit, are you?
[yeah but it'll only take one phone call and they'll have endeavor zooming in on their location. which, truth be told, would not be a downward turn to the date as far as dabi's concerned. hard to go wrong with some tormenting his old man after a nice meal and decent (good?) company. sue him for not being able to play video games until he was introduced to them by tomura and spinner. still wasn't all that good at them either, and he didn't handle first-person shooters or drivers all that well. he got motion sick in the car; never thought he'd get it on the fucking couch. oh well. dabi's trusting tomura pretty far right now.
there's really no point in trying to disguise himself. unless tomua wanted to walk into the building with another man going hood up, collar shut, sunglasses on, and face masked. totally not suspicious at all. so he went without any of that, braving the world's eyes. or giving it the proverbial middle finger. he can walk out in the open just like any fucking civilian or hero. look, no one's judging you for trying to rock a dante-wannabe outfit, shiggy.
at least the education he got shoved down his throat as a todoroki means tomura gets an "ah" of understanding at his answer. guess he'll take a look around the place and see what he can see from that time period.
scavenger hunt.
they don't look suspicious. they look downright themselves. maybe not shigaraki at first glance thanks to his hair being up and his face being completely visible.]
So the rooms are first come first serve, huh. [and if the occupants happen to have an "accident" or suddenly find a "good" reason to leave? dabi rolls his eyes at the question.] Don't make me burn your coat.
[ For someone who's so worried about the location, Dabi sure doesn't seem to give a fuck about being recognized. There's no point to discretion—location-wise or not—if you're begging to have the heroes called on you. Even a suspicious-looking hood is better than announcing to the world "hey, I'm a wanted villain here, please call Endeavor on me." There are people who walk around masked up anyway, particularly those who consider themselves too weird or scary to show their faces...
Anyway, more importantly. Tomura stops before they enter the busy foyer, turning back to Dabi and frowning beneath the sunglasses. ]
Put your hood and mask up.
[ Not only does he not want to be interrupted by heroes, he sure as hell isn't going to fake-date Dabi under his own, real identity. ]
[look, you want him to come with you to a public restaurant that's not a hole in the wall and now you're going to look at him weird cause he's not giving a fuck about being recognized? he's going forward regardless, hands in his pockets with that normal forward leaning prowl of his, only stopping at the door when tomura pauses and looks at him. dabi's eyes narrow at the frown, but snort when the man mentions his hood and mask.]
Gonna look suspicious.
[that's probably more petulant sarcasm than anything actually concerned. but he does, flipping up his hood over all that spikey hair and tugging up his mask to cover his nose and lower, ironically making most of those scars vanish. even puts on a pair of sunglasses, which is probably going overboard. at least they're not wrap-around razor shades.]
[ If they do somehow get recognized, so be it. He'd just like to leave it up to chance a little bit more than the equivalent of waving a giant flag with the printed words "villains here!" Suspicions can be dealt with, not so much completely obvious certainty. So he's pretty glad that Dabi ends up pulling everything on. ]
Yeah. [ That's better. ] Handsome.
[ he adds, just to be a shit. With that, he pushes open the glass doors and takes the lead inside, crossing over into the foyer where other guests are waiting. At least there's no wait at the counter, and he steps up to the hostess, who welcomes them warmly and asks whether they have a reservation. ]
Nishimura Shion, for two. We'll take a room when it frees up.
[ It's not a request. Even under "civilian" guise, good manners apparently escapes him. At least this restaurant is in the price range where it probably sees its fair share of self-important assholes, and the hostess simply nods. "Of course, we'll check the rooms for you and..?"
A beat, as Tomura's brain blanks then finally picks up on the unspoken question he's very much not used to answering. ]
... My boyfriend.
[ Said haltingly. 0/10 for convincingness, but apparently the fact that he spat out an answer at all is enough for the hostess, who turns back to her terminal. ]
[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.]
[ He doesn't mind stroking egos. As long as it's deserved.
The sunglasses were a good call, honestly, and Tomura can look around surreptitiously without anyone catching his glance. It's crowded, as can only be expected, but that actually seems to help as everyone's eyes glaze over when confronted with such an assortment of bodies. Even Dabi's covered face is probably a trifle while other customers try to scarf down their food within time limit, or impatiently tap their feet as they wait for their table.
Nearly gives him goosebumps when Dabi comes in so close to ask that question though. At least it adds believability to his plan for getting them a peaceful lunch... He murmurs back: ]
Payback? I'm the one suffering here...
[ Unless the payback is Dabi's, it's not like Tomura is gleeful about this.
Luckily, they're not kept waiting for long, and another hostess is called over to show them in. She leads them away from the open dining space and bar seating, off to a side hallway with individual rooms divided by sliding doors. She stops beside the only open space and gestures them into the room, set with tatami flooring, a low table, and seat mats. The window faces out to a small garden.
The hostess sets their menus and a printed slip onto the table, inviting them to take their time ordering and to consider the restaurant's special promotions of the day, before taking her leave with a bow. The kind of service you get for restaurants rated $$$ on Guugle. ]
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.]
Of course Tomura can't witness the grin beneath Dabi's mask, but he sure as hell can hear it. Ugh. His own sunglasses hide the sidelong glance he shoots at Dabi, though the frown is visible on his lips, petulant because he's used to Dabi's snark. Who even knows what kind of backhanded, half-sarcastic commentary that's supposed to be...
There's no discomfort in lying, but, fuck, there's a discomfort particular to acting out a couple's outing. Even if, by all counts, it's not like Tomura is putting in an incredible amount of effort for believability. He's just never done this shit for real either, and it's no easier when Dabi's goading him on in his usual way. But Tomura is just much too stubborn not to see this through to the best of his ability.
After kicking off his shoes and dragging the doors shut behind their hostess, he drops onto one of the seating mats across from Dabi. He plucks the sunglasses off his face, takes one of the menus and starts to leaf through it. ]
Didn't know fancy, traditional restaurants were your idea of a good time.
[ Would've figured the villain preferred trashy bars where he could get away with maiming a patron or two. Then again... ]
but let him have his fun bothering the man from behind his mask, thanks. totally knows he's getting looked at (glared at) and doesn't seem at all bothered by it in the slightest. like normal. hey, if you're gonna tease him about "boyfriends" to some random hostess, then he's gonna shot right back and play along. isn't that something boyfriends do? talk in ears and stuff? dabi wouldn't know.
tomura's the one who dropped the 'boyfriend" label, so now he's paying the proverbial piper. which is more amusing to dabi than irritable over being in a feigned relationship. he kind of wants to see how tomura's going to handle this. in some aspects, the man's even more apathetic about relationships and emotions than dabi. put that stubborn determination to use. it should make this entire event more than tolerable if he's got that constant source of amusement flowing.
eternally proud of giving a middle finger towards everything that was his past, dabi keeps his boots on as he sinks down upon the tatami mats, stretching out on his side rather than sitting with any sort of proper positioning. fuck you, dad. you're not the boss of his manners anymore. mask comes off and sunglasses get hooked in the collar of his shirt before he picks up a menu, flops on his back, and starts reading through it, one ankle tossed over his tented knee.
you're having dinner with an angry manchild, tomura. deal with it.]
Yeah. Whenever I'm out "recruitin", I'm actually skulkin off to posh places for dinners on ya tab.
[if words could be a flipped bird, those would be them. he gets a "hmph" about the soba comment, cause it's true.
[ does it count as a tease if this has basically been the plan all along? tomura doesn't think so. he's handling the logistics exactly the way he said they would, taking advantage of the couple's priority to get them somewhere they can eat in peace. even if it means suffering through the questions from the waitresses and whatever amusement dabi's deriving from the situation. irritating that the toasty fuck is the one who gets to tag along in comfort.
the lax attitude carries over when they finally get their room too, of course. tomura couldn't care less about table manners or boots on the mat, though he has the passing thought that someone in the restaurant is going to try and give them shit over it. not gonna do anything about it before that happens though. look who's making himself at home—probably a good thing tomura's gonna continue thinking of this as a fake date. ]
It's Detnerat's tab.
[ paging through the menu as he speaks. before the whole mla thing, he had no money to mooch off of, even if dabi wanted to try.
that had been a neutral observation about dabi's preference for soba, but it still feels good to get that huffy little sound out of the other villain. got you on that one, though tomura doubts anyone with eyes wouldn't have figured it out after a few days. ]
[probably. somewhat. dabi's going along with it more for curiosity. since they've got money to blow now, and better status in life, they're not living on convenience store food anymore. still, how the hell is announcing themselves as a couple getting them advantageous service in this place? dabi's not all that good on social stigma like that... wonders if there's going to be more questions later on, as if this people need some kind of proof they're who they say they are. still, it's an amusing ride.
eh, someone can try to give dabi shit about his rude manners and he'll just look at them. probably flick them off too because why the hell not? he's paying. technically. they can fuck off since it's all about money in the end. least he can enjoy himself by scanning over the menu. damn, he hasn't seen this kind of food at his beck and call for a long time.
sucks so much of it's fuckin fish... (curse of living in japan.) do they have any chicken?]
We should hit 'em hard then.
[not like two restaurant dinners are going to put a dent in that mountain of cash, but whatever. have some fun with it.
fuck you and your oh so smart reference to his liking for soba. many people like soba. it's nothing special and means jack shit. right. back to the menu... which actually does have soba. fuck.]
[ it's a marketing gimmick, they likely don't have a guidebook for it. the restaurant probably wouldn't even care that much as long as most of its patrons brought a +1 or even double and triple dates, legit or not, to wrack up the charges on the bill. it's not like there's much of a fool-proof way to test any "couples" other than looking it up on the marriage registry, is there? ]
Agreed.
[ said while staring at his own menu. they may be allies now on paper, but Tomura refuses to pass up the chance of making Detnerat's balding exec and cronies even more miserable. they owe him that much for the shit they put the League through.
his eyes skim over selections of traditional food (many of them fish-free!) and finds himself considering yakiniku. one of the pricier and non-seafood items on the menu...
Dabi's dry comment gets a scoff. ]
What, were you raised to be the heir of a wine-drinking CEO too?
[dabi wouldn't know. so long as the place doesn't insist on getting in his personal space, then he's not going to burn it down. isn't interested in learning how to "tell" a couple asides from simply watching them and noting how they act together. case in point, he's gonna be staying across the table from shigaraki and wondering if the other man's indication of them as "boyfriends" is going to come into play. might be amusing...
well if they're going to be putting the bill to re-destro on purpose, then dabi's over here eyeing every soba option possible, as well as some of the hot-pot options, shabu-shabu being his leaning. he still wonders if all for one was somehow behind re-destro's challenge, since that doesn't seem at all unlike the mastermind to pit two powerful parties together in the name of training and then acquiring the other's resources.
cold soba dish and a shabu-shabu for heat. back and forth between them cause he feels like being an expensive asshole of a date.]
Yeah. I was raised to stand on top of the world.
[heavy sarcasm in his voice (despite it being absolutely true...)]
[ does he believe that coming from dabi? tomura's stopped prying and therefore dampened his curiosity about these things, but sometimes he wonders if dabi's sarcasm isn't as ironic as he lets on. they're not here today to do a psychological profile though, so tomura just hums in response while pondering the menu. once he's looked through it once, his gaze drifts over to the other slip of paper left by the waitress.
tomura picks it up with only vague interest, skimming through the promotions being offered. some of them are themed around valentine's day, others the usual promo fare: make a social media post and tag the restaurant for a free dessert, play a game of dare to enter a raffle, participate in a couple's trivia game for another promo code...
well, his eyes do pause on the third. ]
What about playing games?
[ he flicks the paper at dabi, mainly to see how the other villain would take to some of those ideas. ]
[he's always going to keep that air of mystery around him. never letting someone know the full truth behind him come to light until he's ready. opponents and allies left guessing can't hold something over him, giving him a lot more freedom to do what he wants. dabi can see the curiosity and suspicion in tomura's eyes and it does little to faze him. he finds it amusing and goes back to the menu while the other man picks up the paper.
but he's already settled on his choice by now, so the perusal is mostly for personal interest rather than coming up with a selectio-]
Hm?
[dabi looks over the top of the menu. then closes it over a finger to peer at the paper in tomura's hand. okay, something's gotta tie this question with that paper.]
What game?
[playing games weren't a big part of his childhood, as many of the league had already found out. dabi's woefully under experienced in things like video games and family games. he picks up the paper and looks over the writing, a black brow arching at the promotion options.]
They give you rewards for doin this shit?
[do they even have a social media account? what kind of dare is this? and if it's trivia on shigaraki, he has no fucking clue beyond basics. spend this much and get points back? compete against another couple for a prize?]
[ doesn't hurt to ask about it, and it catches dabi's attention anyway. while the other villain might suck at video games, everyone knows how to take a dare—it's only a matter of whether or not they had the balls to. he doubts either of them are very interested in joining some raffle though. ]
I've seen the first type before.
[ posting to social media is obviously an easy way to get the restaurant's name out there. the rest though... seems a bit excessive, even if it gave the customers a chance to take home some more prizes. he wonders if all the guests aren't just overwhelmed by the options.
before they get the chance to peruse the list any further, there's a knock at the door. as the hostess slides the screen open again, tomura quickly flips the sunglasses back onto his face, not caring particularly if it seems weird. it's good customer service not to pry about inconsequential things, isn't it?
at least the hostess seems to agree with that philosophy, and doesn't mention any part of the pair's outfits. instead, it's: "valued guests, have you had enough time to make your decisions? can i bring you some refreshments, or take your orders?" suppose the benefit of dropping into a pricey restaurant is that the staff don't ask about rich people's affairs. ]
[depends on if the dare is to play video games. that'd be a stupid decision. not a matter of whether he'd accept the challenge or not, but whether the execution of the challenge is something he cares to do. but tomura's right in that dabi isn't all that interested in a raffle. especially since usually requires personal information, right?]
Have ya done any of them before?
[seeing it's one thing, but... there are less than ten options, but dabi's not familiar enough with restaurant giveaways to know if that's an excessive number or not. and he knows a few members of the plf utilize social media for their warfare efforts, like skeptic and re-destro. but personal ones? why would villains have something traceable?
dabi's interrupted from his thoughts by the door opening and glances to the side at the woman appearing in the panel's previous space. the mask over his face and his hood should be enough to block most else, but he does push his glasses up on the bridge of his nose because his eyes are pretty damn recognizable too. both of theirs are, actually.]
Shabu-shabu B Set and two sides of cold ton soba. [going with pork because why not?] Tea's fine. Unsweet.
[ who knows, the slip doesn't even tell them what's being raffled. and the question is answered with a shake of his head—it had been offered once or twice at some restaurant or another, but even before his notoriety he wasn't inclined to leak his location. he did have social media accounts though; by now, most of them are either deactivated or inactive—no reason to give the heroes more data to trawl through.
the waitress dutifully takes their orders and tucks her notepad back into her apron. "i'll bring your drinks right away. if you'd like to take part in any of our promotions, let me know at any time!"
so she saw the interest. or what she thought was interest, because there's no point in trying to take more than what they're here for... once the door closes though, tomura glances at the piece of paper. any of their other companions would've probably had a blast going through this shit... ]
Maybe the trivia will be easy. "What's your partner's favorite food" or something.
[well if this place isn't offering up valuable information like that, can they really be blamed for having wavering interest? dabi's similar to tomura in that case, not wanting to hand out more information that he's comfortable with. might've had a social media account if his life hadn't gone all fucked up ten years ago, but now? hell no. you don't live in the shadows with something like that attached to your ass.
he eyes the promotions once the waitress brings their attention back to them, not willing to give the menus up just yet for that very reason. if there was interest, it was merely curiosity, skulking around to find something "safe" enough to use for the entertainment. after all, they're supposed to be on a "date" right now, right?
tomura's right. the others would indeed be enjoying themselves in their place, not giving any mind to conspicuousness. probably have half the restaurant cleared out by now too, if not calling heroes down on their heads...]
Tch, ya wouldn't get far on that. [dabi's not let too much of his personal tastes out of the bag.] Then again, nothin saying I couldn't simply agree with ya each time.
[cause the place might be smart and have both of them write down their answers, then compare.]
[ they probably could find out if they did something called "asking," but tomura is still pretty set on not doing anything extra stupid, no matter how entertaining it may be to test their luck. still, he's realizing that even the mere existence of those promotions had elicited something interesting. he pushes the glasses over to perch on his head again. ]
We could try.
[ there's no serious intent to actually try (yet?), but it's an opening to some harmless questioning of his recalcitrant ally. starting with the basics: ]
[he'd rather focus on their food and leave the potential of overreaching for extra shit they don't need to other people. especially if it means giving away some stupid personal information. sure, they could make it up as they go along, but dabi has a feeling the people running the event would see through that quickly enough.
at least their order is in. now it was only a matter of time waiting for the food to show up.]
Not givin up on this, huh. [well what's he really got to lose? shigaraki won't know if he's telling the truth and maybe it'll be interesting to have a bit of personal soul searching for trivia.] Blue. Yours?
[ see? it's not like tomura is delaying the main course, and they might as well do something while they wait; otherwise it's entirely likely the two of them end up sitting in silence like a couple of morons.
but even making conversation isn't so easy for them. when the question is turned on him, tomura hesitates. none, he thinks immediately, the self-proclaimed hater-of-everything, but he knows it's a cop-out dabi would surely call him on. black? that's just the color he prefers to wear for its simplicity. even dabi's answer is tempting for a second—he understands the impulse to choose it, having witnessed the other's flames—but that's not his answer, he doesn't care for blue generally. finally— ]
Red, I guess.
[ also another color he wears, but there's touch of deliberateness that isn't just throwing on the color that's easiest to match and least likely to be stained and dirtied. still, the answer is wavering, not so much hesitant as delivered with the blasé attitude of a shrug. might as well. ]
[what, you mean people can't come to a restaurant, put in their orders, and then take the sequestered nature of their seat to have a nice nap? just wake them up when their food arrives and they're good to go.
yeah, if either of them said "black" as their favorite color, the other was bound to look at them strangely. after all, that's simply the color they opt to wear since it's easier for the villains to operate in. well, technically dabi's rocking navy more than black, but whatever. he certainly would call tomura out for that copped answer.
as for blue and his flames, well... he has his reasons for liking blue... though whether either of them are giving each other the true answer is another question.]
Red? Huh, guess ya do have the occasional red accent. [and tomura's eyes have the same hue. a color he personally picks out when he wears things. so it definitely means something.] Tracks.
[ he, at least, isn't going to lie about something like a favorite color. what's the point?
next question—his mind wanders, searching for something that is neither too pointless nor too invasive. talk about needing a delicate touch with this asshole. finally: ]
Any hobbies? Aside from wandering off to kill potential recruits and steal hair dye.
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Date: 2/16/22 22:09 (UTC)Hence the disguise, to whatever extent it can be called a "disguise" rather than just hiding his more distinguishing features. The get-up tilts a bit too much towards the "fashionable" side for Tomura to be completely taken with it, but, again, as long as it works, he could put up with whatever flair Toga decides to add. (Though the coat had been something he picked up
since it just looked THAT good in the second movie.)Dabi gets a questioning look when he asks. ]
Taisho era, maybe?
[ Tomura shrugs. As far as the game goes, he doesn't know shit about the history of the restaurant.
After that prompting, he goes on ahead and takes the lead towards the front doors. No point in lingering back or slinking over with hunched shoulders; if anything, that would probably look even more suspicious. ]
Yeah, but they weren't taking bookings on the rooms. [ Something about demand and they would try to accommodate people on-location. ] You're not gonna chicken out if we have to wait a bit, are you?
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Date: 2/16/22 22:59 (UTC)there's really no point in trying to disguise himself. unless tomua wanted to walk into the building with another man going hood up, collar shut, sunglasses on, and face masked. totally not suspicious at all. so he went without any of that, braving the world's eyes. or giving it the proverbial middle finger. he can walk out in the open just like any fucking civilian or hero.
look, no one's judging you for trying to rock a dante-wannabe outfit, shiggy.at least the education he got shoved down his throat as a todoroki means tomura gets an "ah" of understanding at his answer. guess he'll take a look around the place and see what he can see from that time period.
scavenger hunt.
they don't look suspicious. they look downright themselves. maybe not shigaraki at first glance thanks to his hair being up and his face being completely visible.]
So the rooms are first come first serve, huh. [and if the occupants happen to have an "accident" or suddenly find a "good" reason to leave? dabi rolls his eyes at the question.] Don't make me burn your coat.
[little red riding shig.]
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Date: 2/19/22 00:03 (UTC)Anyway, more importantly. Tomura stops before they enter the busy foyer, turning back to Dabi and frowning beneath the sunglasses. ]
Put your hood and mask up.
[ Not only does he not want to be interrupted by heroes, he sure as hell isn't going to fake-date Dabi under his own, real identity. ]
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Date: 2/19/22 01:45 (UTC)Gonna look suspicious.
[that's probably more petulant sarcasm than anything actually concerned. but he does, flipping up his hood over all that spikey hair and tugging up his mask to cover his nose and lower, ironically making most of those scars vanish. even puts on a pair of sunglasses, which is probably going overboard. at least they're not wrap-around razor shades.]
This better?
feel free to use the npcs for whatever
Date: 2/19/22 06:20 (UTC)Yeah. [ That's better. ] Handsome.
[ he adds, just to be a shit. With that, he pushes open the glass doors and takes the lead inside, crossing over into the foyer where other guests are waiting. At least there's no wait at the counter, and he steps up to the hostess, who welcomes them warmly and asks whether they have a reservation. ]
Nishimura Shion, for two. We'll take a room when it frees up.
[ It's not a request. Even under "civilian" guise, good manners apparently escapes him. At least this restaurant is in the price range where it probably sees its fair share of self-important assholes, and the hostess simply nods. "Of course, we'll check the rooms for you and..?"
A beat, as Tomura's brain blanks then finally picks up on the unspoken question he's very much not used to answering. ]
... My boyfriend.
[ Said haltingly. 0/10 for convincingness, but apparently the fact that he spat out an answer at all is enough for the hostess, who turns back to her terminal. ]
the one insane server with googly eyes and obviously false teeth - coming up~
Date: 2/19/22 21:48 (UTC)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?
lmaoo whatever fits
Date: 2/26/22 04:45 (UTC)The sunglasses were a good call, honestly, and Tomura can look around surreptitiously without anyone catching his glance. It's crowded, as can only be expected, but that actually seems to help as everyone's eyes glaze over when confronted with such an assortment of bodies. Even Dabi's covered face is probably a trifle while other customers try to scarf down their food within time limit, or impatiently tap their feet as they wait for their table.
Nearly gives him goosebumps when Dabi comes in so close to ask that question though. At least it adds believability to his plan for getting them a peaceful lunch... He murmurs back: ]
Payback? I'm the one suffering here...
[ Unless the payback is Dabi's, it's not like Tomura is gleeful about this.
Luckily, they're not kept waiting for long, and another hostess is called over to show them in. She leads them away from the open dining space and bar seating, off to a side hallway with individual rooms divided by sliding doors. She stops beside the only open space and gestures them into the room, set with tatami flooring, a low table, and seat mats. The window faces out to a small garden.
The hostess sets their menus and a printed slip onto the table, inviting them to take their time ordering and to consider the restaurant's special promotions of the day, before taking her leave with a bow. The kind of service you get for restaurants rated $$$ on Guugle. ]
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Date: 2/26/22 18:04 (UTC)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.
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Date: 3/8/22 07:31 (UTC)Of course Tomura can't witness the grin beneath Dabi's mask, but he sure as hell can hear it. Ugh. His own sunglasses hide the sidelong glance he shoots at Dabi, though the frown is visible on his lips, petulant because he's used to Dabi's snark. Who even knows what kind of backhanded, half-sarcastic commentary that's supposed to be...
There's no discomfort in lying, but, fuck, there's a discomfort particular to acting out a couple's outing. Even if, by all counts, it's not like Tomura is putting in an incredible amount of effort for believability. He's just never done this shit for real either, and it's no easier when Dabi's goading him on in his usual way. But Tomura is just much too stubborn not to see this through to the best of his ability.
After kicking off his shoes and dragging the doors shut behind their hostess, he drops onto one of the seating mats across from Dabi. He plucks the sunglasses off his face, takes one of the menus and starts to leaf through it. ]
Didn't know fancy, traditional restaurants were your idea of a good time.
[ Would've figured the villain preferred trashy bars where he could get away with maiming a patron or two. Then again... ]
I guess you do like soba.
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Date: 3/9/22 16:31 (UTC)but let him have his fun bothering the man from behind his mask, thanks. totally knows he's getting looked at (glared at) and doesn't seem at all bothered by it in the slightest. like normal. hey, if you're gonna tease him about "boyfriends" to some random hostess, then he's gonna shot right back and play along. isn't that something boyfriends do? talk in ears and stuff? dabi wouldn't know.
tomura's the one who dropped the 'boyfriend" label, so now he's paying the proverbial piper. which is more amusing to dabi than irritable over being in a feigned relationship. he kind of wants to see how tomura's going to handle this. in some aspects, the man's even more apathetic about relationships and emotions than dabi. put that stubborn determination to use. it should make this entire event more than tolerable if he's got that constant source of amusement flowing.
eternally proud of giving a middle finger towards everything that was his past, dabi keeps his boots on as he sinks down upon the tatami mats, stretching out on his side rather than sitting with any sort of proper positioning. fuck you, dad. you're not the boss of his manners anymore. mask comes off and sunglasses get hooked in the collar of his shirt before he picks up a menu, flops on his back, and starts reading through it, one ankle tossed over his tented knee.
you're having dinner with an angry manchild, tomura. deal with it.]
Yeah. Whenever I'm out "recruitin", I'm actually skulkin off to posh places for dinners on ya tab.
[if words could be a flipped bird, those would be them. he gets a "hmph" about the soba comment, cause it's true.
no matter how much he runs from his roots.]
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Date: 3/12/22 08:30 (UTC)the lax attitude carries over when they finally get their room too, of course. tomura couldn't care less about table manners or boots on the mat, though he has the passing thought that someone in the restaurant is going to try and give them shit over it. not gonna do anything about it before that happens though. look who's making himself at home—probably a good thing tomura's gonna continue thinking of this as a fake date. ]
It's Detnerat's tab.
[ paging through the menu as he speaks. before the whole mla thing, he had no money to mooch off of, even if dabi wanted to try.
that had been a neutral observation about dabi's preference for soba, but it still feels good to get that huffy little sound out of the other villain. got you on that one, though tomura doubts anyone with eyes wouldn't have figured it out after a few days. ]
So's it "posh" enough for you?
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Date: 3/14/22 03:22 (UTC)eh, someone can try to give dabi shit about his rude manners and he'll just look at them. probably flick them off too because why the hell not? he's paying. technically. they can fuck off since it's all about money in the end. least he can enjoy himself by scanning over the menu. damn, he hasn't seen this kind of food at his beck and call for a long time.
sucks so much of it's fuckin fish... (curse of living in japan.) do they have any chicken?]
We should hit 'em hard then.
[not like two restaurant dinners are going to put a dent in that mountain of cash, but whatever. have some fun with it.
fuck you and your oh so smart reference to his liking for soba. many people like soba. it's nothing special and means jack shit. right. back to the menu... which actually does have soba. fuck.]
It'll do. Miss the silk napkins and gold forks.
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Date: 4/9/22 07:23 (UTC)Agreed.
[ said while staring at his own menu. they may be allies now on paper, but Tomura refuses to pass up the chance of making Detnerat's balding exec and cronies even more miserable. they owe him that much for the shit they put the League through.
his eyes skim over selections of traditional food (many of them fish-free!) and finds himself considering yakiniku. one of the pricier and non-seafood items on the menu...
Dabi's dry comment gets a scoff. ]
What, were you raised to be the heir of a wine-drinking CEO too?
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Date: 4/29/22 00:00 (UTC)well if they're going to be putting the bill to re-destro on purpose, then dabi's over here eyeing every soba option possible, as well as some of the hot-pot options, shabu-shabu being his leaning. he still wonders if all for one was somehow behind re-destro's challenge, since that doesn't seem at all unlike the mastermind to pit two powerful parties together in the name of training and then acquiring the other's resources.
cold soba dish and a shabu-shabu for heat. back and forth between them cause he feels like being an expensive asshole of a date.]
Yeah. I was raised to stand on top of the world.
[heavy sarcasm in his voice (despite it being absolutely true...)]
feel free to add any prompts XD
Date: 5/5/22 05:06 (UTC)tomura picks it up with only vague interest, skimming through the promotions being offered. some of them are themed around valentine's day, others the usual promo fare: make a social media post and tag the restaurant for a free dessert, play a game of dare to enter a raffle, participate in a couple's trivia game for another promo code...
well, his eyes do pause on the third. ]
What about playing games?
[ he flicks the paper at dabi, mainly to see how the other villain would take to some of those ideas. ]
phhht i am woeful at restaurant promo prompts~
Date: 5/5/22 22:35 (UTC)but he's already settled on his choice by now, so the perusal is mostly for personal interest rather than coming up with a selectio-]
Hm?
[dabi looks over the top of the menu. then closes it over a finger to peer at the paper in tomura's hand. okay, something's gotta tie this question with that paper.]
What game?
[playing games weren't a big part of his childhood, as many of the league had already found out. dabi's woefully under experienced in things like video games and family games. he picks up the paper and looks over the writing, a black brow arching at the promotion options.]
They give you rewards for doin this shit?
[do they even have a social media account? what kind of dare is this? and if it's trivia on shigaraki, he has no fucking clue beyond basics. spend this much and get points back? compete against another couple for a prize?]
totally pulling stuff out of my ass for this (except for the social media one...thats real lol)
Date: 5/25/22 08:32 (UTC)I've seen the first type before.
[ posting to social media is obviously an easy way to get the restaurant's name out there. the rest though... seems a bit excessive, even if it gave the customers a chance to take home some more prizes. he wonders if all the guests aren't just overwhelmed by the options.
before they get the chance to peruse the list any further, there's a knock at the door. as the hostess slides the screen open again, tomura quickly flips the sunglasses back onto his face, not caring particularly if it seems weird. it's good customer service not to pry about inconsequential things, isn't it?
at least the hostess seems to agree with that philosophy, and doesn't mention any part of the pair's outfits. instead, it's: "valued guests, have you had enough time to make your decisions? can i bring you some refreshments, or take your orders?" suppose the benefit of dropping into a pricey restaurant is that the staff don't ask about rich people's affairs. ]
Set C of the yakiniku. And Mitsuya cider.
[ no time wasted once his mind is made up. ]
it's what we do~
Date: 5/26/22 18:52 (UTC)Have ya done any of them before?
[seeing it's one thing, but... there are less than ten options, but dabi's not familiar enough with restaurant giveaways to know if that's an excessive number or not. and he knows a few members of the plf utilize social media for their warfare efforts, like skeptic and re-destro. but personal ones? why would villains have something traceable?
dabi's interrupted from his thoughts by the door opening and glances to the side at the woman appearing in the panel's previous space. the mask over his face and his hood should be enough to block most else, but he does push his glasses up on the bridge of his nose because his eyes are pretty damn recognizable too. both of theirs are, actually.]
Shabu-shabu B Set and two sides of cold ton soba. [going with pork because why not?] Tea's fine. Unsweet.
[yeah, picked that out a bit ago as well.]
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Date: 6/3/22 06:52 (UTC)the waitress dutifully takes their orders and tucks her notepad back into her apron. "i'll bring your drinks right away. if you'd like to take part in any of our promotions, let me know at any time!"
so she saw the interest. or what she thought was interest, because there's no point in trying to take more than what they're here for... once the door closes though, tomura glances at the piece of paper. any of their other companions would've probably had a blast going through this shit... ]
Maybe the trivia will be easy. "What's your partner's favorite food" or something.
[ yup, paid attention to that order. ]
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Date: 6/6/22 15:44 (UTC)he eyes the promotions once the waitress brings their attention back to them, not willing to give the menus up just yet for that very reason. if there was interest, it was merely curiosity, skulking around to find something "safe" enough to use for the entertainment. after all, they're supposed to be on a "date" right now, right?
tomura's right. the others would indeed be enjoying themselves in their place, not giving any mind to conspicuousness. probably have half the restaurant cleared out by now too, if not calling heroes down on their heads...]
Tch, ya wouldn't get far on that. [dabi's not let too much of his personal tastes out of the bag.] Then again, nothin saying I couldn't simply agree with ya each time.
[cause the place might be smart and have both of them write down their answers, then compare.]
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Date: 6/16/22 05:45 (UTC)We could try.
[ there's no serious intent to actually try (yet?), but it's an opening to some harmless questioning of his recalcitrant ally. starting with the basics: ]
Favorite color?
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Date: 6/30/22 23:07 (UTC)at least their order is in. now it was only a matter of time waiting for the food to show up.]
Not givin up on this, huh. [well what's he really got to lose? shigaraki won't know if he's telling the truth and maybe it'll be interesting to have a bit of personal soul searching for trivia.] Blue. Yours?
[it used to be red, but...]
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Date: 7/1/22 08:32 (UTC)but even making conversation isn't so easy for them. when the question is turned on him, tomura hesitates. none, he thinks immediately, the self-proclaimed hater-of-everything, but he knows it's a cop-out dabi would surely call him on. black? that's just the color he prefers to wear for its simplicity. even dabi's answer is tempting for a second—he understands the impulse to choose it, having witnessed the other's flames—but that's not his answer, he doesn't care for blue generally. finally— ]
Red, I guess.
[ also another color he wears, but there's touch of deliberateness that isn't just throwing on the color that's easiest to match and least likely to be stained and dirtied. still, the answer is wavering, not so much hesitant as delivered with the blasé attitude of a shrug. might as well. ]
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Date: 7/1/22 21:01 (UTC)yeah, if either of them said "black" as their favorite color, the other was bound to look at them strangely. after all, that's simply the color they opt to wear since it's easier for the villains to operate in. well, technically dabi's rocking navy more than black, but whatever. he certainly would call tomura out for that copped answer.
as for blue and his flames, well... he has his reasons for liking blue... though whether either of them are giving each other the true answer is another question.]
Red? Huh, guess ya do have the occasional red accent. [and tomura's eyes have the same hue. a color he personally picks out when he wears things. so it definitely means something.] Tracks.
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Date: 7/3/22 03:11 (UTC)next question—his mind wanders, searching for something that is neither too pointless nor too invasive. talk about needing a delicate touch with this asshole. finally: ]
Any hobbies? Aside from wandering off to kill potential recruits and steal hair dye.
[ well. he actually wonders about that one. ]
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