[the transaction is still halfway through, considering dabi's got the cloak pinned to the table via that tube of clean wipes. but usually when someone offers a trade that's far greater in value than the traded item, it rouses one's curiosity. he wouldn't have bothered asking if levi came across as an idiot. but unfortunately (or fortunately) levi doesn't seem a fool, and so dabi's more than willing to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth.]

It doesn't fit...

[just gonna repeat that for a second. somewhere in his mind, he assumed these satchels and their gear inside were tailored for the individual, specifically for the sake that this kind of thing doesn't happen. but then again, dabi's no expert in the way trench works, nor in how it prepares or under-prepares its captives for their lives here. that said, levi makes the obvious point about how tailoring this robe wouldn't be possible (ignoring the notion of knots and non-penetrative clasps + belts and shit).

he hums in thought before giving the canister's "butt" a drag towards himself, scooping the robe off the table and into his lap before offering levi the container of disinfecting wipes. this is going to bite one of them in the ass later... guaranteed. but! trade's done. levi's got his intensely-lemon scented fresh wipes and dabi's the new owner of another indestructible robe.

fair? nope! accepted? yep!]

Huh. That so... The way some people go on, you'd think these bags only show up to the person they're meant for.

[at least levi's got some good quality on his hands, dabi rests his elbow on the table and tilts his head towards the canister.]

Those things are pretty concentrated. One'll go a long way.