[yeah, yeah. as if dabi could know any of that. though truth be told, he doesn't really suspect allen of being the type to enjoy fine clothes and wine like some rich person. the way he spoke and the sorts of things he said didn't come from someone who was unable to somewhat relate to what the downtrodden experienced. however, whether that was from allen's own experience as a downtrodden or because he simply spent enough time around them helping them that he could spin a tale of his personal view was unknown. not something dabi really planned to dive into; he doesn't care enough. or at all.
the priest probably wouldn't be surprised at how many times "smart" and "shady" appeared intertwined. but yes, allen's right in his guessing regarding the portals. if he wants to know more about what dabi's referring to, then he's free to ask him. maybe the villain will tell him. maybe he won't. if it does, he can be assured it won't be full detail either. as for the people with a "problem" well... he ran into two heroes while helping his personal station in life and either were all that keen on leaving well enough alone. luckily no one died. that they knew of at least. dabi may or may not have set one or two convenience stores on fire when he was taking his leave through the portals...
scorched earth policy, right? sides, no one else was using them.]
Ah. [dabi doesn't offer any movement while allen gets himself more comfortable. another reason he doesn't have his mutt under the table. someone might accidentally kick it in the nose. and it bites.
the notion of price gets a quirked eyebrow, but little else beyond it.] Asides from ya knowing shit about me I'd rather ya not, nah.
[and almost puking a few times during that exhausting trip carrying his brother piggyback all the way to his house. ugh. felt like his damn legs were reduced to liquid and his lungs were popped.]
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the priest probably wouldn't be surprised at how many times "smart" and "shady" appeared intertwined. but yes, allen's right in his guessing regarding the portals. if he wants to know more about what dabi's referring to, then he's free to ask him. maybe the villain will tell him. maybe he won't. if it does, he can be assured it won't be full detail either. as for the people with a "problem" well... he ran into two heroes while helping his personal station in life and either were all that keen on leaving well enough alone. luckily no one died. that they knew of at least. dabi may or may not have set one or two convenience stores on fire when he was taking his leave through the portals...
scorched earth policy, right? sides, no one else was using them.]
Ah. [dabi doesn't offer any movement while allen gets himself more comfortable. another reason he doesn't have his mutt under the table. someone might accidentally kick it in the nose. and it bites.
the notion of price gets a quirked eyebrow, but little else beyond it.] Asides from ya knowing shit about me I'd rather ya not, nah.
[and almost puking a few times during that exhausting trip carrying his brother piggyback all the way to his house. ugh. felt like his damn legs were reduced to liquid and his lungs were popped.]