A lot of them seem keen on fuckin around with people's lives. [while he's aware of his own patron, dabi doesn't particularly care for her at all, and sometimes outright hates the association due to her nature. that said, he hardly gives much thought to the entire thing, operating much like it wasn't part of his life.] That sounds like a personal problem for them.
[attacking because they couldn't figure out how someone they had no business with figuring out. how petty can you get? nooo comment about that entire post-madara giant space flea from nowhere thing... though that is a comment dabi would be biased too, if only because people like that are ridiculous. kill 'em.
what, did sasuke think he was gonna walk in there like it was his own living room? still letting the ninja into the room first before following him inside. then steps to the side and goes quiet at the question. hear that? no, doesn't sound like a wall moving or the hiss of gas or grinding of gears. but he does recognize the sound of scurrying, having slept in enough rough spots to know the hint of approaching vermin.]
Yeah. Move.
[before holding his hand out again and practically immolating the entire room with a massive burst of blue fire. hot enough to melt parts of the stone from the intense heat concentrated on it and vaporize most living "normal" things. it's a solid three seconds of torching the area in front of them before he lowers his arm.
no subject
[attacking because they couldn't figure out how someone they had no business with figuring out. how petty can you get?
nooo comment about that entire post-madara giant space flea from nowhere thing... though that is a commentdabi would be biased too, if only because people like that are ridiculous. kill 'em.what, did sasuke think he was gonna walk in there like it was his own living room? still letting the ninja into the room first before following him inside. then steps to the side and goes quiet at the question. hear that? no, doesn't sound like a wall moving or the hiss of gas or grinding of gears. but he does recognize the sound of scurrying, having slept in enough rough spots to know the hint of approaching vermin.]
Yeah. Move.
[before holding his hand out again and practically immolating the entire room with a massive burst of blue fire. hot enough to melt parts of the stone from the intense heat concentrated on it and vaporize most living "normal" things. it's a solid three seconds of torching the area in front of them before he lowers his arm.
gonna give that a rest...]