[It might be better if this was a random stranger, and not the detective who had caught Dabi red-handed just a couple of months ago.
He coughs up water, bracing a hand against the soggy floorboards and realizing that the wood is splintered under his hand. This safe house, which he'd coveted for the very handy hidden room, probably isn't much good anymore without the kinds of repairs that would draw a great deal of attention to it.]
Your efforts can be appreciated while I'm still recouping my own.
[Shivering and breathless, he sounds a little pitiful, but when he's able to look up, his pale face will be familiar to Dabi. On L's end, he's looking long at his rescuer, trying to put together pieces that may not add up to anything better than a portrait of "out of the frying pan, into the fire."]
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He coughs up water, bracing a hand against the soggy floorboards and realizing that the wood is splintered under his hand. This safe house, which he'd coveted for the very handy hidden room, probably isn't much good anymore without the kinds of repairs that would draw a great deal of attention to it.]
Your efforts can be appreciated while I'm still recouping my own.
[Shivering and breathless, he sounds a little pitiful, but when he's able to look up, his pale face will be familiar to Dabi. On L's end, he's looking long at his rescuer, trying to put together pieces that may not add up to anything better than a portrait of "out of the frying pan, into the fire."]