In fairness, it isn't so much his door as it is his place that he happens to be at that moment. There's a reason he doesn't own a lot of worldly things here and it's to keep light and able to move. All of that is about to change. He now owns things that are unworldly, some sentient, some not, some he's not sure about at all, but every single one of these creations feels fucking great. Calling Dabi had been an excited move on his part, what sort of Excitement™️ he actually has to share with the world which is less excited and more a lovely grin.
Shigaraki answers and pauses at the sudden glow, eyes narrowing at him and head tilting. "Shut the door behind you, Edward. Watch your step, too. I'd duck down if I were you once you come through the door." Which he does, himself. They're approximately the same height and it's probably for the best he does. If he doesn't, he's going to feel fingers running down his face and even if he doesn't, he'll likely just be barely missed by said long, bone white arms creeping down from the ceiling in a mass of whatever gelatinous thing which might be flesh, that is on the ceiling gurgling down at him. One large eye looks painfully bloodshot and Shigaraki gives the other reaching creatures on either side of this dilapidated building no mind as they make varying sounds and noises. Some of which look like they've been melded with rudimentary technology in mad scientist attempts only best left to a certain someone back home.
"Don't kill them. I'm not sure which one I like the best." Mon, for all intents and purposes doesn't seem fussed, running after what seems like something that has multiple legs and around body. If it's running or rolling is another question left best to the mind of a madman. "Looks like both our blood types are running wild."
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Shigaraki answers and pauses at the sudden glow, eyes narrowing at him and head tilting. "Shut the door behind you, Edward. Watch your step, too. I'd duck down if I were you once you come through the door." Which he does, himself. They're approximately the same height and it's probably for the best he does. If he doesn't, he's going to feel fingers running down his face and even if he doesn't, he'll likely just be barely missed by said long, bone white arms creeping down from the ceiling in a mass of whatever gelatinous thing which might be flesh, that is on the ceiling gurgling down at him. One large eye looks painfully bloodshot and Shigaraki gives the other reaching creatures on either side of this dilapidated building no mind as they make varying sounds and noises. Some of which look like they've been melded with rudimentary technology in mad scientist attempts only best left to a certain someone back home.
"Don't kill them. I'm not sure which one I like the best." Mon, for all intents and purposes doesn't seem fussed, running after what seems like something that has multiple legs and around body. If it's running or rolling is another question left best to the mind of a madman. "Looks like both our blood types are running wild."