[hilarious. but guess he is the manager for his shit. fancy that. jab all you want; he's the one with beer, cigarettes, pocky, blankets, clothes, and a bunch of other crap. without having to cut himself or prick his finger all the fucking time.

it's not made any easier knowing there are two toga's now... but dabi's very good at going with the flow. easy enough to accept it as "whatever" and move on since it's not that important to him. shit happens.

oy... they have very different versions of "fun" in their lives. and he has his fun. you should see him playing cards and gambling at the bars.]

I mean ya didn't go wanderin off on ya own through the house.

[let him take that ominous suggestion as he will. dabi is one of those people who'd rather see his hard work go up in flames so no one else can enjoy the fruits of his labor than step aside and let someone else take it over once he's gone.]

Yeah. Graveyards tend to be pretty quiet.

[the other homes in the neighborhood range from surprisingly-kept for being abandoned and almost completely consumed by the woodlands around it. the place has a mixture of enchanting grove and haunted forest take depending on how one wanted to look at it.]

I got a few other places, but the majority is here.

[he's smart enough to squirrel away things for emergencies, but isn't going to bother keeping a massive network. in the end, he can survive in trench without all this modern convenience store junk. would prefer not to, but you know...]