[dabi feels better once he's away from the sunlight, even if there's not a huge amount of sun that streams down from trench's usually cloudy skies. that said, he doesn't stop too far away from the white-haired man.
turning, he looks over his shoulder at him, eyes narrowed. someone stubbornly continuing to spout the same shit... and he doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd go around pranking people for fun.]
no subject
turning, he looks over his shoulder at him, eyes narrowed. someone stubbornly continuing to spout the same shit... and he doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd go around pranking people for fun.]
Ya comin or what?
[he said he wanted to help.]