[ sure enough, the following evening at roughly the same time, the same germophobic weirdo shows up—and this time, he's not empty-handed.
he has his bag with him: the same one that somehow magically washes up on the beach for every Sleeper who does the same. he's terrible at small talk (and Dabi doesn't seem like the type who's much into it, either), so he just skips all that shit and reaches into his bag.
his offering? the indestructible newbie robe, neatly folded and immaculately clean. ]
This good enough?
[ hmm. so either he's an idiot for trading something legitimately valuable for fucking disinfecting wipes, or there's some reason he won't be using the robes anyway.
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he has his bag with him: the same one that somehow magically washes up on the beach for every Sleeper who does the same. he's terrible at small talk (and Dabi doesn't seem like the type who's much into it, either), so he just skips all that shit and reaches into his bag.
his offering? the indestructible newbie robe, neatly folded and immaculately clean. ]
This good enough?
[ hmm. so either he's an idiot for trading something legitimately valuable for fucking disinfecting wipes, or there's some reason he won't be using the robes anyway.
or maybe it's a little bit of both? ]