Deer Country In-Box

[burnitblack]

un: dabi  *cla-chick* ... what?  *growl* [ that would be his omen ] [ contact through his omni stone can be text, audio, or video. contact through his omen can be visual, mental, or physical. ]

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[comecatchthesehands]

[W o w. There's no way to prove how good he is here, either. Rude.]

Oh? I better be a good boy, then.

[Says the man who has already cleared out a life or two for his own reasons.]

[burnitblack]

[technically he never proved it at home cause ONLY SPINNER was ever shown driving. so you're all hot air, boss.]

somehow i don't believe you.

[because "good" for shigaraki is a far different "good" for the world.]

[comecatchthesehands]

[He can't prove it at home either! This is a setup.]

I can be the pinnacle citizen, I'll help old ladies across the craters in the road. Little children to get their beloved cats out of trees. Or whatever it is they do now.

[burnitblack]

[the onus of proof is on the accuser, but if the accused merely says "i can" without ever showcasing evidence of it, that's not a very good stand now is it...]

then what are you doing?

[comecatchthesehands]

[That's it. Time to steal a car.

The question, however, stops him in his tracks. What is he doing? Walking around and existing like a ghost of a memory for everyone else.]

What would it matter? The same thing you're doing.

[burnitblack]

[he's gonna find him half-through the windshield with the hood shoved up a tree trunk.

no apologies for the existential question.]

highly doubt that.

[comecatchthesehands]

[Yeah but he drove it there. He's not that bad.]

Doubt it all you want, I'm surviving and it sounds like you are too. What else is there to do here?

[burnitblack]

[who knows. he could've put it in neutral, wiggled a bit, and it rolled down the hill into the tree.]

carve out your own spot. we should meet up. i'll show ya somethin interestin.

[comecatchthesehands]

[Or floored it. There's a lot to unpack in that hypothetical.

Actual human, burnt to a crisp or not, contact with a human he'd rather not admit actually wanting contact with?]

It better be. Don't waste my time.

[Because he's doing so v e r y much with it.]

Where and when?

[burnitblack]

[as if he knows which is the gas and which is the break in real life. he'd be looking for the Right trigger behind the steering wheel, or trying to find the X button somewhere.]

ya said you weren't doin shit with ya time. can't waste that.

[call him out on it.]

outside the lumenwood lamp gate.

Star you can't hit me with that x button joke while I have hot chocolate it's illegal.

[comecatchthesehands]

[Woooowwwwww. Totally incorrect. Jail for 100 years. Everyone knows that the right trigger is on the side of the steering wheel controller. So you look on the side of the wheel.

He's going to assume the when is now and is making the preparation to have to actually move his lazy bones.]

I'm sure you'd find a way.
Hm. A stroll with a serial killer through the woods, sounds safe. I'll be there soon.

i'm a law breaker

[burnitblack]

[he's not part of the "everyone" crowd because he doesn't play those stupid things. the point still stands. a real car's going nowhere with you at the wheel. looking for buttons.

oy, oy. he didn't say...

...

tch. guess he never did specify a "when", did he. great.]

it's late. wait till tomorrow. i'm already settled.

[he's not moving for you.]

lmao as it seems

[comecatchthesehands]

[Time to find a working arcade to prove his point on.

Thankfully he at least looks down at the message before actually going too far.]

All you had to say was you wanted your beauty sleep. Tomorrow then. I'll meet you some time after noon. You can tell me when, but not earlier than that.

[L a z y.]

[burnitblack]

[as if there are any here. better get to cutting out cardboard steering wheels.

is dabi a dick enough to wait to say "nah" long enough to see shigaraki likely out the front door?

... yep.]

it's night outside. why the hell would i invite ya to come see something this late? this place is fucked up at night even worse than the day.

[yeah, they normally moved at night back home, but trench is real fucking far from "home" like this. afternoon works.]

4 pm.

[comecatchthesehands]

[Where there's a will, there's a way.

But also. J e r k.]

Bold of you to assume these trash pulls are a challenge. 4pm tomorrow. Don't be late.

[burnitblack]

[he hasn't changed. this is his prime time entertainment.]

whatever ya say, fearless leader.

[he'll be a few minutes late.]