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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what a cavity-inducing little heroine...

[burnitblack]

[when someone deliberately says "this isn't poisoned or tampered with" when you know said person hates your fucking guts, that sends a rather opposite message, ya know. is what his thoughts are when that soft alert from his omni pops up. that being said, there are two saving graces here.

1) despite ochako being a hero, dabi's hatred isn't so all consuming he can't make his own mind up about individual experiences. he gave hawks a pass after all, right? even if he still didn't trust him and only wanted to mutually exploit each other for as long as they could feasibly do so...

2) it's food. she's not an idiot. they don't have a feud or vendetta. dabi has nothing personal against ochako, so burning it out of spite or hate isn't happening. it's moderately surprising she actually would do this in the first place. kid's got guts...

maybe he should send her a video of him gagging on something, just to give her the sarcastic satisfaction of the unspoken "choke on it and die" bakuouian undercurrent. gross her out at the same time cause he's a dirty bastard.

...

in what's perhaps a silent extension of something ochako can take her own guess at, when her omen arrives at the sanctuary, dabi's omen is already there, waiting in the shadow of the sakura tree. it's not exactly the back-alley meeting between hawks and the villain back home, but no squinting's required to make the connection. she won't have to wait for the trade. no hassle.

back at his place, dabi merely glances at the simple wrapping. if he has any inkling she put less effort into it, there's none showing. external appearances aren't everything. but the inside? .... well, well. if she ever fails at being a hero, maybe she can scrap together a decent wage as a cook. o-chibi-chako's kitchen, the family restaurant beside the construction company.

ya know, he could stretch this. have some now, save some for lat-

yeah no, it's gone in a few minutes. all of it. oh he tasted, of course, but still inhaled. not out of some ravenous hunger, but simply out of good flavor. he's keeping the karaben box, unless she's offering refills later.

she'll get one thing back.]


ya ain't so bad. thanks.


[don't read into it. now buzz off till next year. ya got better shit to waste your time on.]