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[Open] 🚬 July Flames

Who: Dabi & others
What: July Catch-All
When: July
Where: Various

Content Warnings: Potential mentions of domestic/child abuse, potential mentions of murder, violence, adult language/subjects

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[There really isn't anything other than surviving. Just as much as Dabi has lost his purpose, if he's not destroying a world of heroes, then he's not sure what to do and it falls back to things like being upset easily enough to be provoked. That wasn't not part of his MO before, but even more now that he has something to prove to more than just the people around him. He could go after One For All, but to what end? To what point and that was the reason he allowed for Dabi to distract him from this.

That was the reason he stands there, a little inwardly awestruck even if the emotion is kept from his face, at how hard Dabi must've worked to get these things properly stored. Shoved in place is still proper storage to him. Without any words needing to be exchanged about it, he knows full well that he's been trusted heavily with something like this. Now to figure out if it's out of the kindness of Dabi's heart, or if it's for some other reason.]

If you point me to a vault, I'll get you in. All without needing to melt everything around it in the room. A for being taken care of, you can think what you want.

[He's not going to argue, if it's true or if it isn't, he won't argue a bit.]

What happens when they don't hold up their end? More liquid stock for your stockpile?

[ha, "allowed him" when he was the one who agreed to come take a look after asking dabi what he'd been up to all this time. seems to dabi he's the one allowing tomura to come witness all this. then again, he's probably the only person outside of himiko that the burned villain remotely trusts with this kind of information. of course, should something happen, he's only got one person to come by and inquire towards. that's got to count for something.

yeah, it was pretty hard work lugging everything from one place to another. robbing stores required scoping out portals and the interior of them, coming back when things were closed, or having to scram with what he could before the authorities arrived. had a few close calls with some portals. don't want to find your head in the middle of some kind of monster attack out of nowhere. but all the carrying and storing sometimes took staging, storing things in places around the portal until it was exhausted, then worrying about moving things from that place to his "warehouses" to finalize the storage. duffel bags and garbage backs and blankets and a lot of other carrying methods... would've definitely had an easier time of it if he had help, but that was a stupid decision for covert operations.]

Don't think this place even has a bank; there's nothin to store here. Except maybe blood in the Lumenarium.

[though his curiosity is piqued regarding tomura getting into a vault without his quirk... he didn't peg the man as a master vault cracker. then again, with all his other quirks, it'd probably be easy.]

Depends. When I'm dealin with Sleepers like you and I, I don't show them what I brought until they show me theirs. For locals, they're just kindling.

[Without Dabi's distraction, Shigaraki may be doing something even more stupid than walking down the lane with a serial killer he t-- trusts? When someone has no direction, sometimes every direction is the one they go in. At least he isn't out doing something stupid instead of having his mind blown with how much work Dabi has put into this. It seems smart to add that much effort, but they haven't been there that long... Or... Well. They have.

It weighs on his mind while he looks at a few other objects, winding his way slow step, by slow step to just take in all of it.]

A blood bank?

[He asks with a half smirk at his own wittiness. No one else would. As expected, Dabi just culls the herd when he can.]

Kindling. Not even a bonfire hm?

[He gets it, they're worthless. They feel that way too and Shigaraki has no problem culling the herd on his own either.]

Can't imagine it was you I heard about. I almost contacted you once.

[it shouldn't be much a surprise. dabi was always the one going out for "recruiting" despite the lack of success bar one or two and one huge one, but also had plenty of "me stuff" he did on his own that no one else needed to bother knowing about, in his opinion. it was himself who opted to return to the old doctor and all for one, though only later to somewhat pose as a newcomer when being introduced to shigaraki at the bar by giran. what? it was half true...

anyways, point is, dabi does his own shit and goes his own way when he wants to. and in this world, becoming a broker with a massive stockpile of goods to trade with other sleepers is his route.

shigaraki's allowed to wander as he likes, though probably wants to stay closer to dabi when the darker areas need some light.]

The Lumenarium has a lot of different kinds of blood in it, since that's where they study it and treat corruption and beasthood. Makes sense they'd have a lot in there.

[while he had thought to try and break in and steal some, the idea (and results) were grotesque and foolish, since he had no place to store it and blood would go bad quickly. those portals were a fucking blessing and he capitalized on them instantly. after he, you know, got over his own beasthood.]

It's one-on-one. Not much there for a bonfire. [dabi doesn't deal with groups. small-time broker, that's him. a white brow quirks up at the comment and the villain hums in interest and amusement.] Oh yeah? I'm flattered.

[They all had things they did. On this scale though? He's impressed with the effort. Maybe Dabi wasn't just dicking off every time he didn't bring home a prize. Then again, Dabi was enough once they were fully formed, for lack of other words. He went with things when he felt like it and that's really all they were doing wasn't it? Going with it as long as it lead to the same road with the branches falling toward a different goal in the similar vein?

He doesn't go into the darker areas. If it gets too dark, he just turns around. His eyes tick over every so often when Dabi speaks.]

Yeah, but you're not going to take that over. Not unless you're really going to work an angle. Blood isn't hard to get if you want to crack knuckles on some jaws.

[~~Poor Dabi~~. Blood services don't seem like a good venture, not like this at least. Again he's impressed by the meticulousness in such a diversely spread out stock for one place. There's a lot of buildings to explore, maybe he'll go on a few more walks now and again. Not because he cares to be a part of it, but why not provide some reasons to explore in the future.

Shigaraki nods his head in reference to almost using Dabi's services.]

You're not.

[They both know that and that it was sarcasm more than actual flattery.]

I was looking for a telescope. I made one instead with things I found. Do you have lists or do you have all of this just in your head? There's so much.

[yeah, a lot of his time out and about was spent spying on his father and brother, reading up on their actions, studying endeavor's broadcasts and training his quirk in secret to replicate endeavor's moves and strengthen his own. not things he wanted the league to find out about, since they were big hints to his identity and goals. but certainly he had his way of handling things, like siccing monsters on endeavor, researching hawks, and sending goons to keigo's mother's place to rough her up into confessing. he's a man who knows how to get what he wants done, though like all for one said, pretty straightforward in doing so.

the "darker" areas were mostly rooms dabi wasn't bothering to walk across and open the blinds to. if shigaraki wants to explore more, he can always point out areas he wants to look at.]

Nah. You'd probably get corrupted before ya got anything done. Plus I've seen some of the people who work in there. Ain't the kinda people I wanna be around. [creepy old doctor people.] Problem is, it's our blood, Sleeper blood, that's valuable.

[so cracking knuckles on jaws to get it isn't as easy as just mugging some random local in the alley.]

Smartass.

[no, he's not. though he is interested and amused that shigaraki almost called on his services without knowing who he was. that would've been a curious meeting at the bar.]

Ya made one?

[oh, he's piqued again. as for the question about lists versus memory, dabi offers a shrug.]

I got it covered.

[All in all, they should've let Dabi handle Hawks and Shigaraki has moments where he thinks he wouldn't have lost a chess piece if he would've just put his foot down on how friendly the chicken was getting to Jin. Thankfully his distractions have been greater than that in these places, one where Jin lives happily as he needs to. For the moment, his attention is on these different items. Again he's impressed, there's just something new every time he looks regardless of the light level.]

I don't care about corruption.

[He cares about... Nothing right now. Some things, but nothing in general or vaguely to do with this place. Knowing Dabi is alive is enough with the crazy hero version of whatever their crazy not-hero version comrade is running around. Not that he had reached out, but knowing he's fine is enough. More than fine, Dabi's doing well for himself in so many ways.

A small, scoff of a momentary chuckle is all he gets for being called a smartass. True. That is him.]

I did, they're not so hard to make. Couple lenses, break a camera, make a tube. Just because you think I'm stupid doesn't make me stupid.

[Shigaraki pauses at one of the windows to have a look out, more or less out of habit from the side of it, just making certain before leaning against the wall.]

So mister broker. Are you saying my blood is of value to you?

[it wouldn't have mattered regardless of what shigaraki or dabi did. hawks had planned on betraying them since the very start and dabi himself isn't sure, even now, that the man didn't have twice on his radar to take out one way or another due to his quirk. but that's in the past now and he made sure that hawks paid for fucking up his plans. not derailed, but damn well fucked with their ease of progress. poor twice, nothing more than a tool for the three people he wanted to befriend. at least he had toga and compress who truly gave him friendship.]

Didn't think ya did.

[but dabi does, since he's experienced beasthood, and has no intention of getting his brain ripped away from his own control any time soon. the violation and surrender is disturbing, and that damn thing he turned into... ugh. make him retch. no thanks. he'll mind his corruption to avoid experiencing that again. but that's not something he'll harp on shigaraki about.

there are other things to pester him on. when he feels like it.]

Where'd ya get a camera?

[that actually has him pausing, giving the man a curious look. as far as he knows, cameras aren't things in trench. at least the floating bitch was real excited to find them in the store. was it something shigaraki brought with him?]

I don't deal in blood. I like things.

[A lot of their issues are in the past, and even if Shigaraki holds on to some of it, most of it, there's no denying that it wouldn't matter how far in the past. Twice had meant something to him aside a quirk, but then again he's got other focus to deal with. Here? All of that is almost meaningless.

Even now being there with Dabi brought a calm he didn't like, and one that even spurred his hand to raise and rake long nails against his pale skin. Red lines are at least a lot more colour than he has normally.]

Anonymous donation, why? You jealous?

[In reality he found something that was already part broken but the lens was intact enough to do it. He is not jealous, they both know it, for the record.]

Yeah, the tangible? I want what I want.

[And Dabi is the only one he wouldn't just take it from, here at least. He's too Old And Tired to care about that much.]

I have a small number of things to add to your collection. I don't want them -[ Or their memories.]- anymore. In or out?

[of course it's meaningless, but much of what's here doesn't have much to do with them either, so the memories can sometimes make for distractions. dabi actually spends a lot of time with his memories, though that's not a very pleasant area to go into. some of this effort here was made to distract him from that. mostly since there's little he can do about it here.

dabi gives shigaraki a look when the man suddenly decides now's a good time to scratch himself. hard enough to leave some lines. the hell's that all about?]

Ya ain't dreamin, in case you're wonderin.

[leave the dramatics for another time, boss. just cause he's showin ya bandages doesn't mean he's asking to treat your self-inflicted cat scratches.]

Wasn't aware that kinda thing existed in Trench. So I'm curious.

[there is some sort of technology here, and the lunar orbs will actually work in place of electricity. he doesn't question it. but modern conveniences are few and far between in most cases.]

I like to come out even or better in a trade. If someone wants somethin for a headache, I want somethin to stave off corruption. If someone wants coffee, I want a similar product or better.

[becoming the same as the other sellers who haggle for sleeper blood... that's not what he wants to be. he wants to keep himself unique and thus interesting. the mention of "things" to add to his collection piques his interest.]

Yeah? Whatcha got?

[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.]

[it's more he's gonna start wondering if tomura's come into contact with some poison ivy or get some sort of bug bite when he randomly starts to scratch. been a while since he's seen him get the murder itch enough to visibly show it. not that he's asking for justification on motion either.]

Don't think that's what "sleepers" mean...

[if this is all some shit dream, then he'd like to wake up right now. it's a little easier---ironically---to see himself as getting knocked out of his world and timeline, displaced to another reality, than to think this is some dream.]

Remember where it was? Some sleepers arrive with items from their homeworlds. Coulda just been one of those.

[he ha no clue. he's seen some interesting items washing up on the farther shores and has added them to his collection for trading. and no, he isn't interested in dealing with collecting blood from people; he's not some fucking vampire. besides, he can farm his own now if he really wants.]

SCP?

[what has he said about using stupid video game lingo on him? the fact these things are from the world tomura came from, however, keeps his interest.]

All right. I can take 'em off ya hands.

[That's because this is the first time they've met since they both got here. He was doing alright in the other place, he didn't have his quirk at all, but this place annoys him to no end and leaves him with little to do about it. Again another shrug of his shoulders. Just enough to be visible in the movement.

Wouldn't it be nice ~~if we were older~~ to be able to just wake up and go home? That'd be great. He'd take that.]

I followed someone I knew to a graveyard, talked to them and found it on the way to where I was staying. I haven't looked at street signs to tell you.

[He's said he is no fun and doesn't do fun things and never had fun in his entire life and that he's a loser who never played a fun game in his life. That's what he's said.]

Good. I'll call you when I get them. They're not on me.

[The wander of his feet takes him toward the door.]

Let's go for that walk.

[awww, does he give you the itchies, boss? what a nice thing to imply. though in all seriousness, they're in agreement about the place being a fucking annoyance. it was the lack of something "to do" that prompted dabi to start looking around and find something worth his time and effort. sure, he got lucky with the portals (and will one day start to make efforts to see if he can find a way to open them again). but between trading, hunting, and night walking, at least he's not going crazy...er.

dabi isn't sure if that's gross or amusing to know shigaraki trailed someone to a graveyard.]

This whole place is a damn graveyard.

[but he doesn't chase after the line of questioning, writing it off as a once-off thing and not banking more on it. that aside... he had fun once upon a time. now his version of "fun" is different.

still doesn't explain what SCP is! have a dumb-faced blink. okay.]

Gotcha. [he'll accept that. dabi goes around shutting shutters and curtains and shades to block out the place again, making sure all the locks are in place and sealed, before finally joining shigaraki at and out the door.]

Watch ya feet.

[tripwire.]

[Don't flatter yourself ~~yes~~. This whole place gives him reason to want to lash out if only because he's a giant manchild who isn't getting his way. Not wrong again. The whole place is a place of death and they've been through this before. Shigaraki has repeated himself, but all the same he meant it. It was a graveyard, an actual one. Strange things happening in it and all the rest. Well, strange as this place gets, maybe.

It's something in the interim. Shigaraki gets that much, and at least it will keep this population from turning on Dabi if he's got something to occupy his hands that aren't just corpses. If there had been one thing said right between him and that girl was that he'd still fight for the people in the league even if they wouldn't fight for him.

AN SCP IS THINGS THAT ARE FUN that Dabi never-- well he may like some of them.

Shigaraki's eyes look down at the floor and then again toward the barelythere wire across it, raising his eyebrow as he carefully steps over it.]

Is that one for free or are you going to warn me about the other ones? It's been a long time since I've had to regenerate a whole limb.

[with everything locked up, dabi feels confident enough to leave. he's spent a lot of time in his warehouses arranging and looking at things, making lists and further protecting his ill-gotten gains. less of a hoarder and more for something to do to pass the time away and make it easier for him to find things that he, or his trade partners, want. also busies himself with protecting them too, so there are some traps...

dabi can't just go around and kill willy-nilly here as he could back home, because this place is smaller and it's a lot easier to identify and find him. he'd probably end up backed in a corner of everything turned on him, so best make himself valuable in other ways.

wow. that's so descriptive. so an scp would be a lighter and a cigarette? those are fun.]

I'd've warned ya about the others if ya got near them. But since ya stuck close to me, wasn't necessary.

[he locks up the house, locks up the key, and slips the master key into his pocket. then heads up the nigh-hidden walkway to go back out to the main road through the overgrown neighborhood.]

[Shigaraki goes nowhere until the store manager makes sure his wares are safe. of course he understands why, but that's not going to stop him from taking a jab once in a while.

None of them can, or neither of them can. He has no clue what's going on with Toga and is trying hard not to even think of it.

Object class, safe, SCP 403. At least, the lighter, the rest there's never a certainty of but maybe that'd be classed SCP 403-1. Lesson of the day is still nothing fun allowed in Dabi's life.

Shigaraki makes a face about the wording that his companion used.]

I had to follow you, how else was I going to?

[No he absolutely 'stuck close'. Just like he's doing right then and watching out preemptively for any traps that he otherwise wouldn't have seen before.]

I'll give in that a lot of the corners of this place can be peaceful, quiet almost.

[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...]

[He's finally his own boss-- as if he wasn't always his own boss. He can keep all those fleeting materialistic things, too and having Two Togas™️ isn't the best of any world, and however at least one of them isn't a lying bitch. Just a creepy one.

Maybe if he gets bored he'll watch him play his game of go fish or whatever it is. You know, not for the need for familiar company or anything, just to be amused when Dabi undoubtedly trounces someone with no need for quirk.

And don't call him out. How dare.]

I didn't want to upset the staff.

[Wandering on through said neighbourhood keeps him on his toes a little and while the closeness isn't for being alert, it's to keep pace this time.]

You know, it pisses me off how easy you make this look. 'It doesn't matter' only sits so well until I can't convince myself of it. If it doesn't matter, then what matters here?

[That's not something Dabi can make him understand or might have an answer for.]

Is it really being a broker for you with your brother right here?

[there was a period of time where he wasn't his own boss. but that time period was long ago. some might argue he still wasn't his own boss, being dragged along by his obsession. not something to worry about here, cause in trench, he's totally his own boss. and ya know what? bein the boss feels good.

both loony vamps are weird.

oy, don't go bitching at him for not joining in on your video games and then sit back and say you won't be suckered into playing cards with a bunch of other shady individuals. (and truth be told, dabi's... not the greatest at cards, so usually he just manages to break even cause his poker face is good.)

he dares easy.]

What a thoughtful guy.

[doubts he'll ever get "staff" in his business, but hey, who knows. maybe shigaraki will want to dust the med cabinets. dabi doesn't bother slowing his gait, despite having a bit longer legs than his ally.]

Whatever ya wanna make matter. [dabi slips his hands in his pockets, leaning forward in his usual predatory stalk.] You're the one who decided what ya goal was gonna be after talkin to that green kid in the mall. Ya did it once; you can do it again.

[for dabi, surviving was what mattered, and living in relative comfort while spiting the expected rules here by refusing to give up is blood for things, whether that was through stealing or trading other goods. his life was a big middle finger in a lot of ways.

the other part earns a slightly more wry expression. didn't really expect that...]

The hell's that supposed to mean?

[They're both individuals brought back by familiarity and Shigaraki has no illusions otherwise here, either. Dabi is, has always been, and will always be, his own man. Drives and desires are something entirely different. Shigaraki's aspirations just happened to line up.

Hey, sitting and watching is great. Playing cards hasn't ever been his thing when he couldn't hold them all in one hand before. It became boring thanks to that when he was younger. Give him a break.

Dusting is what he does. ~~lol~~]

I'm like that.

[No he isn't and that's the joke. He's used to walking with Dabi, sometimes in tow and otherwise ahead of him lighting the way. Walking like this isn't too bad, it keeps things quicker than what he would've picked anyway.

He wishes, sometimes, that things said like this were Dabi actually giving a half damn, but he knows more than anything, or feels like, it's just him one step away from 'get your shit together'. Maybe Shigaraki's reading into it, maybe Dabi knows he would, too and that's the 5D chess that he knows and finds annoying and driving within his ally.]

My endgame goal was destroying the symbol of peace, showing the world that their heroes weren't the gods they thought they were. He's here, too, just like part of your questline. The NPCs are different, the goals aren't. Weighing out if we can make it count back home is what the difference is. You can't tip the scales from here, but can you really put that aside here? I'm not asking about your resolve, he's not dead so I know your resolve. If the number one loser showed up tomorrow, would you still be a broker, Dabi? Could you?

Edited (I needed that pun, but yeah he'd help if Dabi needed or wanted it.) 2022-07-21 18:19 (UTC)

[it's those aspirations lining up that at least see the two of them on the same side. the league of villains wasn't the only group cobbling together during that time and dabi had other options, but he looked into each group and decided shigaraki's was the one that had the most chance of success. probably because he knew the doctor and all for one were behind him, so... easy choice. especially since their goals aligned.

cards aren't the only gambling game that's played in goat's turning. they got dice games, guessing and tracking games (which cup's it under?), even some versions of slot machines that dabi's not bothering going near. but yeah, card games are the most prevalent.

wrong "dusting", dumbass.

maybe he does give half a damn. after all, dabi's one of the league members who was neither exasperated by twice's antics enough to shove him away, nor was he mean enough to not give credit to the other members where it was due, commenting on them doing their jobs well in a curt way, but also not afraid to tell them to shut up and get their act together. he's got no problem given the same commentary to his boss. this conversation seems to be going an interesting way...]

Yeah. Wouldn't be hard. Though I might be more willin to trade shit for information and favors that'd help me take that thing out than I would just tryin to break even on my stock. Mind ya, I ain't a "broker" like it's a full-time job. It's somethin I'm doin on the side, cause I ain't about to shack up with the Hunter guild and Night walkin ain't entirely lucrative.

But ya know, just cause Endeavor was alive and "well" back home, didn't mean I went after him like a rabid dog in person all the time. I know when to wait and better my chances.

[~~Luckily for Shigaraki, truth be told~~. A lot of the reason people went with it was just that and Tomura never wanted it, he was being too childish but now with people being peeled away he isn't sure what he wants regarding them. He knows what he's wanted worlds over and the difference is day and night now that he's had time to do more than be a violent overachiever. At home he hasn't had a chance to sit and think about it and won't let himself. Maybe that can be his job. Sit and think for once about anything but world-ending goals. Which, knowing it or not, Dabi is helping him to do.

...Okay well, at least he won't be bored. As if he wouldn't go.

:)]

For once and only once I don't mean "broker" as an insult. Information and favours are still brokering. What you've done is nothing short of impressive for a lazyass.

[He can't be all nice, can he? After hearing the rest of it, though, Tomura is quiet and he's contemplating, even if he's doing his damnedest to keep up to this tallass bastard without looking like a toddler lagging behind.]

Mm, there are things I can still do where both are concerned. Both is the only way forward. Remind them they're on borrowed time and find my own way. I don't trust them not to be the first swing.

[Alright, for as much shit as he gives Dabi he's not that bad. Not terrible at least. After fight one there's never been fight two.]

I have one more question for you about home.

[Made as a statement or not, he's asking without asking if he can....... ask?]

[it's not exactly a hard moment to realize he's probably helping shigaraki do some career-choice efforts over there. after all, the entire time the man's known him, dabi's been gunning for war and death, albeit his being smattered with hints of focus and something more intent behind his actions. sending stain's message, backing up the idea the heroes are worthless, attesting to the reality there are no true heroes in the world, those are all things he has no problem ascribing to and holding up as his championing cause. but in reality... dabi couldn't give a shit about those as a main goal. they're offshoots. they're things he can point to that all stem from the one reason why he thinks those things. not all might. not all for one.

instead, it all burns down to endeavor.

but unfortunately for him, endeavor's not here. so... he has to make a somewhat new life for himself here. and figure out what 'dabi' is to do in a world where his source of survival is no longer around. well, obviously he's going to survive until he can get back home; that part alone is easy enough to decide and focus on. selfish, but hey, so's he.

c'mon. gambling's fun.]

Awww, ya worried about hurtin my feelin's, boss? I'm touched. [granted, dabi's never thought "broker" to be an insulting term in the first place. he always thought it was just one of those villainous job titles. like assassins or fences or drug dealers or prostitutes. though he has to roll his eyes at the "impressive for a lazyass" comment.] Careful. I might think ya actually complimentin me.

[too bad for tomura, dabi's not bothering to slow down. then again, he's also never been one for fast walking, stalking along with his normal languid and lazy pace. walks with the air of a man who doesn't care how long it takes him to got one place to another so long as everyone around him knows he's going to get there, come hell or high water or whatever's in his way.]

Who's "them" ya talkin about? If ya meanin the Hunter guild and the Night Walkers, I don't think either of them are on borrowed time. They ain't half bad either. Not as creepy as the doctors in the Lumenarium and I ain't gonna shack up with the scholars.

[tomura lost him with the "first swing" comment; he's confused if the man's talking about people and things here in trench or if it's something back home. or if it's just another gaming terminology that always goes over his head, dammit...]

Uh-huh. [well, he's certainly free to ask anything he wants. there's no promise dabi'll be in a divulgitory mood.]

[Imagine that someone who hasn't been handed a life on a silver platter has an easier time accepting restarting the entire level. Shigaraki certainly feels that way. He'll do it, but he's not going to like it.

Neither of them do, but they've got things they need to get home for, no matter what the reasons are.

~~Fiiiiiiine. No bitching when he beats you tho. Just expect bitching if he loses.~~]

Mmh. [A non-responsive response. In this instance it's a rare show of actually not being a complete asshole where his allies are concerned.] Good thing you know better.

[A tick of his eyes only looks to see if Dabi is bullshitting him asking him that question.]

You know who they are, you know who them are and especially when I say take first swing. The annoying little bastards.

[They don't get names. They get 'annoying bastards'.]

The same annoying bastards that I'm hoping you're going to tell me we've beaten.

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