[dabi goes to slip his hands in his pockets, only to find there are none in this jumpsuit. damn. that's kind of uncomfortable actually. he leaves his arms by his side, listening to some of the commotion echoing through other tunnels. well, since he's stuck with a damn pacifist, guess if some other zealots come around for him (them) he'll be the one dealing with them.
the blonde catches up to him and dabi's expression flattens at the question.]
Yep. [it felt pretty damn good to kill someone who threatened him. the other question, however, earns a brief exhale of wry amusement.] Don't play psychoanalyst with me, idiot. I ain't someone ya wanna get in my head.
[he reaches up and thumbs at the staples holding the patch of skin under his eye.]
i think their possessions reform if they die? (my take at least.)
the blonde catches up to him and dabi's expression flattens at the question.]
Yep. [it felt pretty damn good to kill someone who threatened him. the other question, however, earns a brief exhale of wry amusement.] Don't play psychoanalyst with me, idiot. I ain't someone ya wanna get in my head.
[he reaches up and thumbs at the staples holding the patch of skin under his eye.]
Lost the ability to feel pain a long time ago.