[Shigaraki is doing everyone a favour by letting the itch creep up on him. It's when he can't stand that itch any longer it gets a little less manageable for everyone else. Furthermore, Dabi's non-concerned-concern doesn't phase him. He doesn't have to justify any move he makes to anyone.]

We're sleepers, of course we're dreaming.

[A shrug of his shoulders as his hands dip into his pockets and he leans against the wall near the window, head tilted back and for all the world relaxing.]

I was following someone, I came across it then. Didn't work, smashed. It had what I needed.

[The rest makes sense and Shigaraki is already righting himself from his small resting place to slowly walk the rows and make his way back toward the door. He shrugs his shoulders. Well, if Dabi didn't want a steady supply, he wasn't going to be the one to tell him he's missing out.]

Novelty things that came with me from the last place. They're something you don't have to put through an SCP just to get better value when they're free. I don't want them. Plain and simple. No strings.

[One of his hands comes from his pocket to wriggle his fingers in the air. Puppet strings? Get it? AFO Joke? No? Yeah. Back in the pocket it goes.]