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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Holiday gift dead drop

[wannasmash]

A few little altercations such as being stabbed and immolation have left Midoriya feeling angry and uneasy, so no one's getting individual gifts, and it's up for debate whether sending the League anything at all is wise. Midoriya arranges a dead drop with Shigaraki at the intersection of The Quiet Passage and Kreszenz Path at the north end of the city where a distinctive tree grows. His Omen hides a sealed bag in the tree's hollow. Whether or not Shigaraki trusts him, Midoriya himself does not go near the area as a sign of goodwill--or caution.

If it goes well, and if Shigaraki deigns to share as instructed, the League will receive: a large gift basket with a carefully-wrapped variety of seasonal goodies like small batch preserves, satsumas (for the New Year of course), candy, snacks, and even mini bottles of alcoholic drinks. He's also included a tin of homemade beef stew, also enough to share. There is no note, in case it falls into the wrong hands; both he and the League appreciate their privacy.

dead drop, ohoho

[burnitblack]

Amazing what kind of feelings getting immolated can bring up. Question is, what's Midoriya gonna do with those feelings?

... oh. Apparently pass out presents like a goody-two-shoes. Good news is, it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Or if it did, it certainly isn't in them anymore. Then again, considering Shigaraki's tastes in aesthetics, perhaps it still is...

Either way, it's obvious the gift comes from one of the brats. Tsk, why are they bothering with these kinds of extensions? Gift giving, talking, other offerings that certainly would never be considered in their own world. Yet here they are. It's enough to make a conscience stir. If it had life left to do so, that is.

Like the other gift he got, Dabi's going to wolf it down. Savor it, but wolf it. His portion at least. Crap, it's good.

Under the excuse of privacy, he won't reach back out to their "nameless" gifter, but know somewhere in his black heart, it's appreciated. Perhaps a mote more than simply out of basic human survival.