[he found it strange the electric items still worked in an abandoned place. at least, they worked well. still running, none of those telltale flickers or burned out bulbs of an derelict store. no break ins previously either. perhaps it wasn't abandoned long? but long enough to leave dust... strange. nothing here he's gathered appears rotten of decaying. even broken really. the idea of working for any of this is ridiculous, since this world is neither their own, nor something part of trench. there'd be no one here to accept such a stupid trade.
as for thievery being the easy way out, that boils down to worldview and life experiences. after all, for many villains, it's not like they can walk in and get a job, or money, to make ends meet without law breaking. and technically, by stealing something, you have earned the right to what you now have; you were skilled enough to take it, so you earned it. might makes right.]
Hn. [dabi only gives a faint grunt when she apologizes for being an idiot. he pauses by the jewelry rack. nothing really expensive (it's a convenience store) but it's a quick swipe to whisk everything off the display and shove it all into a backpack. if trade was important in trench, shiny things are bound to be of some value.] Quiet only means we're able to hear anyone approaching.
[but she has a point about the outside being quiet. no cars on the streets. not even the flashing of stoplights. a store like this wouldn't be buried away were no one could reach it. convenience stores operated best on the road. the rat earlier at least tells him they've got a place with some regular life. at least they can ignore the toy aisles, though he does breeze through to grab the packs of cards and solid toys, like marbles or jacks. his life's a damn horror game that he's lived for ten years. this is nothing to him.]
Fine. [he's not going to offer twice. he'll take the entire collection of loot for himself, minus what she wants and is deliberately packing for herself now. the comment about beer earns an arched brow. that came from nowhere.] If I feel like it. Most of the time, I don't. [he has to activate his quirk to make it work after all. but when he does, it'll burn the alcohol off. usually he'd rather get buzzed or drunk. and now to shove another round of their ill-gotten gains through the rift, check the status, slip out, hide them all away in the alley across from them, and go back in.] This place has a photo center if ya want a camera or two.
why thank ya. she's been positively lovely too. and yeah, i feel ya on the heat. ugh.
as for thievery being the easy way out, that boils down to worldview and life experiences. after all, for many villains, it's not like they can walk in and get a job, or money, to make ends meet without law breaking. and technically, by stealing something, you have earned the right to what you now have; you were skilled enough to take it, so you earned it. might makes right.]
Hn. [dabi only gives a faint grunt when she apologizes for being an idiot. he pauses by the jewelry rack. nothing really expensive (it's a convenience store) but it's a quick swipe to whisk everything off the display and shove it all into a backpack. if trade was important in trench, shiny things are bound to be of some value.] Quiet only means we're able to hear anyone approaching.
[but she has a point about the outside being quiet. no cars on the streets. not even the flashing of stoplights. a store like this wouldn't be buried away were no one could reach it. convenience stores operated best on the road. the rat earlier at least tells him they've got a place with some regular life. at least they can ignore the toy aisles, though he does breeze through to grab the packs of cards and solid toys, like marbles or jacks. his life's a damn horror game that he's lived for ten years. this is nothing to him.]
Fine. [he's not going to offer twice. he'll take the entire collection of loot for himself, minus what she wants and is deliberately packing for herself now. the comment about beer earns an arched brow. that came from nowhere.] If I feel like it. Most of the time, I don't. [he has to activate his quirk to make it work after all. but when he does, it'll burn the alcohol off. usually he'd rather get buzzed or drunk. and now to shove another round of their ill-gotten gains through the rift, check the status, slip out, hide them all away in the alley across from them, and go back in.] This place has a photo center if ya want a camera or two.