[ The outstretched hand gets only a glance for a moment, as if Dabi's thinking of reminding him of his earlier words - but honestly, he gets it. This entire situation is frustrating.
He reaches into his pocket, takes another swig for himself, and then passes the bottle over.
That buzz he wanted is creeping in, but it's hard to enjoy it talking about this. He sits back again, slouching low and tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. ]
Jeanist's out of the way. That's one thing. But he can't help being a hero.
[ It's pretty telling that the last operation with the Nomu ended in zero fatalities, after all. ]
ty!! :) p.s. i'm not totally caught up with the manga so if i'm shaky on some stuff that's why xD
[ Frustration and pain go hand in hand, don't they? At least one distracts from the other- though he supposes he's doing this to himself at this point. Dabi came here to... relax, or something, and Tomura keeps up with the shop talk anyway. He's never been very good at small talk, after all. Who would he have ever been able to do it with?
He takes the bottle from Dabi and looks at the label, as if that matters any more than the beer- and then he opens it up and takes a sip, practically recoiling from it the moment he does so. ]
Ucchhh.
[And yet, he takes another sip, letting it truly burn through him.]
He was barely a problem anymore, that's not saying much. It's a waste of time.
[ Dabi pauses for a long moment, quiet. It almost seems like he's not gonna say anything at all, though there are clearly words there waiting to be said.
What he actually does is produce a pack of cigarettes from another jacket pocket. Seems the occasion. It's not even deliberately defiant as an action, caring so little to seek permission to smoke in here that he forgets it's even a thing people do. The end makes it into his mouth, not yet lit, before he speaks. ]
If he's not worth using elsewhere, might find a way to burn him on Endeavour.
[ The number one's name spoken in the same way most people would say smallpox. After how hard Hawks fought to protect him, it'll obviously be difficult. But not impossible. And using Japan's top fraud to snuff out a shining young prodigy just like the one he so meticulously created... well. Breaking heroes has always been a pastime. Breaking this one, however, is something of a life goal. ]
ahhh same! sorry! i've been out of town without internet so everything's been hard ;_; lol
[ There are very few things that Tomura used to dislike more than the smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, his things, the only place he has to lay his head. The thing is, Dabi often smells like smoke anyway. There's something residual in his ability, no doubt- or maybe it's just the cigarettes he always smokes- like burnt flesh, and ash, and ruin.
It used to irritate Tomura to no end, but now it hardly even registers- though he'd still prefer it if Dabi didn't smoke in here. Instead of saying so, he takes another swig of the vodka, then curls four fingers into his lower lip. ]
You really do seem to have it out for him especially. Some kind of personal vendetta, no doubt.
[Not that Dabi ever shares. But clearly this runs deeper, and not just in the way Dabi says that fake heroes name.]
[ His smoke lit with a thumb, Dabi takes a long drag, exhaling into the air between them. He's quiet for another long moment. ]
Lotta people do.
[ The nonchalant shrug that feels like it should accompany the remark, however, doesn't come. His eyes slide across to Shigaraki again. Maybe he'll acknowledge that there's a door there, with something on the other side. But that doesn't mean he has to open it.
He holds his hand out for the bottle again, instead. ]
[ Tomura's gaze flicks to the flame rising from Dabi's finger, and it's not long after that, that the smell starts drifting toward him. Normally he'd wave away the smoke, but he's not in the mood. ]
Most people just like to complain. You're not much a of a complainer, Dabi.
[He's curious, but in the end he doesn't really care. As long as the end results are the same, it makes no difference exactly why they're here. Tomura hands the bottle back, then slumps down in his seat a bit, wincing at how tight his shoulders feel.]
[ That's just kind of how it is anyway. Dabi doesn't talk about it because the more people who know what he's doing, the more likely someone or something is to get in the way - and because he knows that at the end of the day, there's no point. People want so bad for someone to care about what they've been through, they'll try to find it anywhere - in friends, in loved ones, in heroes. Because they can't face the simple truth: no one gives more of a shit than you're paying them to. He learned that early on. And just as Shigaraki says, he's not the kind of guy content to howl at the moon hoping someone, somewhere, comes to help.
No. He'll do it himself.
He grins sidelong, staples catching the light. ]
What, not feeling it? 'Scuse me for not being more entertaining.
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[ The outstretched hand gets only a glance for a moment, as if Dabi's thinking of reminding him of his earlier words - but honestly, he gets it. This entire situation is frustrating.
He reaches into his pocket, takes another swig for himself, and then passes the bottle over.
That buzz he wanted is creeping in, but it's hard to enjoy it talking about this. He sits back again, slouching low and tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. ]
Jeanist's out of the way. That's one thing. But he can't help being a hero.
[ It's pretty telling that the last operation with the Nomu ended in zero fatalities, after all. ]
ty!! :) p.s. i'm not totally caught up with the manga so if i'm shaky on some stuff that's why xD
He takes the bottle from Dabi and looks at the label, as if that matters any more than the beer- and then he opens it up and takes a sip, practically recoiling from it the moment he does so. ]
Ucchhh.
[And yet, he takes another sip, letting it truly burn through him.]
He was barely a problem anymore, that's not saying much. It's a waste of time.
np! sorry for slowness btw
What he actually does is produce a pack of cigarettes from another jacket pocket. Seems the occasion. It's not even deliberately defiant as an action, caring so little to seek permission to smoke in here that he forgets it's even a thing people do. The end makes it into his mouth, not yet lit, before he speaks. ]
If he's not worth using elsewhere, might find a way to burn him on Endeavour.
[ The number one's name spoken in the same way most people would say smallpox. After how hard Hawks fought to protect him, it'll obviously be difficult. But not impossible. And using Japan's top fraud to snuff out a shining young prodigy just like the one he so meticulously created... well. Breaking heroes has always been a pastime. Breaking this one, however, is something of a life goal. ]
ahhh same! sorry! i've been out of town without internet so everything's been hard ;_; lol
It used to irritate Tomura to no end, but now it hardly even registers- though he'd still prefer it if Dabi didn't smoke in here. Instead of saying so, he takes another swig of the vodka, then curls four fingers into his lower lip. ]
You really do seem to have it out for him especially. Some kind of personal vendetta, no doubt.
[Not that Dabi ever shares. But clearly this runs deeper, and not just in the way Dabi says that fake heroes name.]
I'm curious.
no worries, welcome back!
Lotta people do.
[ The nonchalant shrug that feels like it should accompany the remark, however, doesn't come. His eyes slide across to Shigaraki again. Maybe he'll acknowledge that there's a door there, with something on the other side. But that doesn't mean he has to open it.
He holds his hand out for the bottle again, instead. ]
thanks!
Most people just like to complain. You're not much a of a complainer, Dabi.
[He's curious, but in the end he doesn't really care. As long as the end results are the same, it makes no difference exactly why they're here. Tomura hands the bottle back, then slumps down in his seat a bit, wincing at how tight his shoulders feel.]
So is this generally your idea of a good time?
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No. He'll do it himself.
He grins sidelong, staples catching the light. ]
What, not feeling it? 'Scuse me for not being more entertaining.