Since it went just to voicemail the moment that Shigaraki had called, and knew that there was a lag in the time since it rang and then went to voicemail. No one dares, other than Dabi, to send him to voicemail. HE won't even validate the move by leaving a voice mail. No. Instead, Dabi could enjoy the text.
Since you won't answer your phone, I hope you look at your texts or I'm sending you back out. Go to the corner shop and bring home hot chocolate when you come home.
That was all. That was it. He, personally, had more important things to attend to while waiting. Since quitting his job and waiting for the new one to start up, he had a lot of time on his hands. Time to peruse the network, to sit there and text to Hizashi about this school that he was trying to start. Shigaraki didn't want to help with it, but he knew the perfect plant for going and in fact already had her working on something like it on the side.
With Dabi at work later than most, there wasn't much that he cared to do. Go out and have a look around had already been done. When he wasn't busy doing that, he had spent most of the time sitting in front of the TV, playing whatever game it was that he happened to have in. For all his devious words and concern over this Christmas dinner, a few other things on his mind where being tracked was concerned, he was a slouching mass of man that got considered supervillain even still. He was a take-out-type who at least left something for his roommate. Dabi, to Shigaraki at least, felt markedly less bitchy when he wasn't hungry. Whatever degree of less bitchy either of them got.
Soda beside him and Doritos not that far off, he waited to see if Dabi would respond or if he just had to guess he had seen it at all. Well, he would know if Dabi brought back what he asked, or if he really had to send him back out. Or even worse, do without.
Dabi had a habit of not picking up back in the 'old' world—it's no different here just because locations changed. In fact, he has his phone on silent most of the time, but luckily for Shigaraki's cravings, there's not much else to do on a late night (or early morning) walk home than to check his phone.
Dabi swipes on his screen and scoffs quietly at the message. From one job to another. Shigaraki is sure getting comfortable playing the boss, and it's much to Dabi's reluctant assessment that picking up the drinks will let the rest of his night run smoother. At least it's on the way, one of those 24/7 convenience stores that mostly only sees drunk college kids at this time of night. It's thankfully empty when Dabi enters to scan the haphazardly-stocked rows of snacks and daily necessities, stopping at a rack of instant mixes.
The text doesn't specify brand, and Dabi can't be bothered to remember Shigaraki's preference by memory—he grabs the cheapest thing in sight on the shelf and tosses it onto the counter in front of a visibly cowed cashier. What a pain. Another thing fantastic thing about this world being the gawkers. Once he's stared enough for the poor employee to scan his damn item and drop it in a bag, he snatches the purchase and goes.
Might've forgotten to pay back there, but it doesn't seem as though the cashier finds his voice to object. You can't expect a villain to turn back around for that.
Errand complete, he's soon back in his own doorway and struggling out of his boots. If Shigaraki isn't there to personally receive his package, Dabi is going to find him to lob the packets of Swiss Mist at his head.
Not knowing that Dabi had committed a crime gasp was the worst part of it. Petty thievery was the cornerstone of... Nothing really but they'd all done it. When he heard the door make its telltale sounds Shigaraki's attention was temporarily pulled from the RTS that he had changed over to. Pinkies up off the controller while looking over to see him come through the door. Not many other people would have come through their front door so brazenly and even if it hadn't been Dabi, it would have been the last mistake anyone had made in their life. That's how good the RNJesus of this game had been to him.
Lucky for everyone but Dabi who had to live there at times where he had to do things like retrieve items for an otherwise bratty leader, it wasn't a random stranger. Not so lucky for Tomura, well, sort of. Sort of until each of the packets were lost to gravity somewhere in his lap or beside him from the shaken-slappy sound of them hitting the side of his head and sliding down. Shigaraki drew in a long, tired breath, letting it out in similar style as it had been taken in.
Well, Dabi had at least gotten them. The thanks is the silence and the, "I left dinner on the counter." Dinner being the loose term when it had to do with just whatever had been left over after putting half of it on his plate. He was a villain not a pig, not unless he wanted the whole thing to himself, then he'd be the sort to have licked it right in front of them. "It's from the Chinese place." Speaking of licking, he picked up one of the packages, after pausing his game and opened it. Licking his finger before dipping it in and bringing it back to his mouth, he leaned his back against the place where someone's legs might hang down on the small couch.
Good yes, this was what he wanted. Maybe if he felt like using his absolutely perfectly healthy legs, he might even add water. Maybe.
Dabi honestly was surprised the first few times he came home to takeout on the table. Going their separate ways, as they usually did, he'd defaulted to grabbing shitty fast food from whatever was still open for late-night drunks, only to return to the apartment and be pointed to whatever was left in the kitchen. He got the message, eventually. Even cleaning up Shigaraki's leftovers is probably better than burgers and fries every night.
Amazingly, Shigaraki says nothing about the cocoa packets launched at his head—just as well—though in not leaving immediately, Dabi is treated to another endearing habit. He watches as the other tears open a packet and licks a finger to dip inside, sucking the cocoa powder off that way.
"That's disgusting," he observes from the doorframe. If that's business as usual, he doesn't even want to know the state of the leader's controller.
There was no way he was going to get up and actually make it. The decision about using his perfectly healthy all things considered body to get up and do something human on his day off wasn't made yet. This would have to do. Would have to do as if he wouldn't have done it down the line anyway. Mind that Dabi was probably right, at least half right, he was very careful to clean his controllers and probably took better care of them than himself aside the essentials.
"Not at all, it tastes pretty good." He knew what the other man had meant and could give a flying damn that he found it abhorrent. "Your loss." But, fine, he pushed himself up onto one knee while favouring the open package as not to spill it and plucked another from the place it had found on the couch when he stood up and gravity again took over. "It'll be your fault when it's ruined."
Shuffling himself toward the kitchen, the intent was clear that he was really actually just going to attempt something he often didn't care to do. Doing something himself if it wasn't driven by passion, desire or a march to his end goal. Something he didn't have much of here, all things considered so far.
Yeah, of course the powdered chocolate and sugar tastes good; he could ask a five-year-old and get the same answer. No doubt he would also most likely find a five-year-old eating cocoa powder out of the packet like a fucking cave troll, rather than a self-described 'final boss' who calls himself an adult.
But Dabi has little interest in actually policing what his 'roommate' eats, even though he fully suspects Shigaraki's diet consists of a dozen bags of chips a day—he comments just because he can, and because it gives him a small jolt of rare satisfaction to point out someone else performing an utter fuck-up of a human being. He's otherwise fully prepared to leave the man to his own euphoria, shoving fingerfuls of sugar into his mouth, but to Dabi's mild surprise, Shigaraki is actually prompted to move. Raising an eyebrow, Dabi watches as Shigaraki—with apparent displeasure—shuffles past him to the kitchen, and follows with some amusement.
"Don't blame me," he drawls to Shigaraki's back. "I ain't twisting your arm to make you drink it."
Dinner is a good incentive to leave Shigaraki alone. The takeout containers have haphazardly been left out on the counter, some with flaps open for Dabi to visually sort through their contents while the other man does whatever he has in mind. Make his hot cocoa like a normal person, perhaps?
[Mother of god, this is the most nerve-wrecking shit Ochako has done in months. She has paced around her room for a good...probably forty minutes, writing, deleting, writing again, and reading over her text before hitting send. Finally, she decides to hell with it, and she came this far. Yolo, right?
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Dabi-san,
I wanted to ask you if it was alright if I got you a present for Christmas? I'd really like to, and of course you can say no, and I don't expect anything in return.
If there's anything you need or want, that I can actually get you, please let me know. Thank you.
Ochako really and truly has to fight with the urge not to reply with that, and takes in a deep and calming breath because, goddamnit, she's trying. Still isn't really sure herself as to why, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
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You're one of the poor kids she likes, aren't you?
[ sucks to be her, honestly. ]
Didn't think the lot of you goody-goodies would be eager to spread the holiday cheer around to some villains. We gonna act like one big happy family now that we're in someplace new?
unfortunately...yes... but she's getting something, too, you all are.
[Don't think you're special.]
no, of course not, and i'm not stupid enough to think that could change without outside forces being involved. you're still as much my enemy as everyone else is in the league. but i'd still like to do something nice for you all, JUST me, because you are all still people...like me. so let's toss aside our titles for the time being. is there there anything you want or need? that i can actually GET?
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[ this is extremely unexpected—for a many reasons. he doesn't know her, and truthfully has kept his presence in this world rather scarce other than a few contacts with Bakugou Katsuki and All Might. they could've informed their 'colleagues' about Dabi's presence, and the villain really expected as much, but he highly doubts whatever they said would inspire a cold call like this. ]
Sure thing, Uravity-chan. I'll think about it. In the meantime, why don't you tell me about your change of heart?
Ochako had given him something to give to Dabi a while back, but it didn't seem right giving it out so early and it was good to make people sweat. He wasn't their delivery boy even if it made it less dangerous and more convenient. So, the gift card that Dabi gets from Ochako is left for him to find when he decides he's going to come home. Clearly marked and different tone, it's obvious enough which came from whom along with the present that Shigaraki has left for him with a hand written tag on the box that's sitting out on their counter.
[ this year's Christmas is an anomaly. Dabi never quite spent it 'with' people, at most only as part of transient groups that would exchange a pack of cigarettes or a can of beer wherever they ran into each other—here's to making it to another year, almost. it's a routine he would've stuck to this year, if not for the restitution-gift he'd sent Twice, and everyone else's apparent desire to go all-out; he's not one to get carried away by group enthusiasm, but it's easy enough to think of things that would be useful to the handful of people he sees. some are also undeniably practical for stopping complaints about encroaching cold weather.
he doesn't expect much in return. not even when it comes to finding a box sitting on their Shigaraki's kitchen counter. it is, apparently, for him, along with the gift card Uravity had said she'd send (just at the right time for him to pick up more hair dye). he pockets the latter and cautiously, not entirely without suspicion, runs a blade through the taped edges of the box. when nothing odd happens, he finally pushes the flaps aside and peers in.
he raises an eyebrow. then he picks up the tag and snorts. "his" bitching makes this gift apt. hello, meet kettle. no one else would nag him to manually heat their water rather than use a perfectly good stove because his fire is 'faster.'
at least an electric kettle is practical.
he finishes unwrapping the kettle and finds it a place to live on the counter, next to an outlet where he plugs it in. he turns over the tag Shigaraki had generously addressed to him and leaves it by the shiny new appliance, with the following handwritten instructions: ]
He hadn't had time to actually do much contacting. Tomura had been a busy guy and entrusting the future to Dabi's hands while the two members attempted to shape it before calling in the reinforcements.
Technically, he had missed Dabi's birthday which didn't bother him so much in the same way as it should have for someone who had spent as much time with the people around him as the leader had. It did sit oddly in his chest and had been something on his mind every so often on the trip. Dabi himself had been infuriatingly on his mind. So even if it was most popular in the sixties, he had seen a certain something and bought it after he realized who it reminded him of.
Enjoy the lava lamp because he probably won't enjoy the card so much.
On the back of the card read "Make your choice on the road trip, old man." in his usual scrawl.
[ Well it doesn't take much time at all for him to incinerate the card (kinda cringe for this old white man to be enjoying life at that age), which just leaves him staring at the lava lamp. He can't quite figure out why a lava lamp, except for the fact that it's blue. And then, Shigaraki's (ridiculous) beaded curtains come to mind, and—ah... it clicks.
Well, it does suit Shigaraki's tacky taste, so he'll think about setting it up in his bedroom. Probably along with the pile of ashes from that card. Dabi can't even be annoyed that he probably picked this thing out with his magpie instincts—if anything, it amuses Dabi more than not. At least he's getting something out of this present. ]
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Since you won't answer your phone, I hope you look at your texts or I'm sending you back out. Go to the corner shop and bring home hot chocolate when you come home.
That was all. That was it. He, personally, had more important things to attend to while waiting. Since quitting his job and waiting for the new one to start up, he had a lot of time on his hands. Time to peruse the network, to sit there and text to Hizashi about this school that he was trying to start. Shigaraki didn't want to help with it, but he knew the perfect plant for going and in fact already had her working on something like it on the side.
With Dabi at work later than most, there wasn't much that he cared to do. Go out and have a look around had already been done. When he wasn't busy doing that, he had spent most of the time sitting in front of the TV, playing whatever game it was that he happened to have in. For all his devious words and concern over this Christmas dinner, a few other things on his mind where being tracked was concerned, he was a slouching mass of man that got considered supervillain even still. He was a take-out-type who at least left something for his roommate. Dabi, to Shigaraki at least, felt markedly less bitchy when he wasn't hungry. Whatever degree of less bitchy either of them got.
Soda beside him and Doritos not that far off, he waited to see if Dabi would respond or if he just had to guess he had seen it at all. Well, he would know if Dabi brought back what he asked, or if he really had to send him back out. Or even worse, do without.
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Dabi swipes on his screen and scoffs quietly at the message. From one job to another. Shigaraki is sure getting comfortable playing the boss, and it's much to Dabi's reluctant assessment that picking up the drinks will let the rest of his night run smoother. At least it's on the way, one of those 24/7 convenience stores that mostly only sees drunk college kids at this time of night. It's thankfully empty when Dabi enters to scan the haphazardly-stocked rows of snacks and daily necessities, stopping at a rack of instant mixes.
The text doesn't specify brand, and Dabi can't be bothered to remember Shigaraki's preference by memory—he grabs the cheapest thing in sight on the shelf and tosses it onto the counter in front of a visibly cowed cashier. What a pain. Another thing fantastic thing about this world being the gawkers. Once he's stared enough for the poor employee to scan his damn item and drop it in a bag, he snatches the purchase and goes.
Might've forgotten to pay back there, but it doesn't seem as though the cashier finds his voice to object. You can't expect a villain to turn back around for that.
Errand complete, he's soon back in his own doorway and struggling out of his boots. If Shigaraki isn't there to personally receive his package, Dabi is going to find him to lob the packets of Swiss Mist at his head.
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gaspwas the worst part of it. Petty thievery was the cornerstone of... Nothing really but they'd all done it. When he heard the door make its telltale sounds Shigaraki's attention was temporarily pulled from the RTS that he had changed over to. Pinkies up off the controller while looking over to see him come through the door. Not many other people would have come through their front door so brazenly and even if it hadn't been Dabi, it would have been the last mistake anyone had made in their life. That's how good the RNJesus of this game had been to him.Lucky for everyone but Dabi who had to live there at times where he had to do things like retrieve items for an otherwise bratty leader, it wasn't a random stranger. Not so lucky for Tomura, well, sort of. Sort of until each of the packets were lost to gravity somewhere in his lap or beside him from the shaken-slappy sound of them hitting the side of his head and sliding down. Shigaraki drew in a long, tired breath, letting it out in similar style as it had been taken in.
Well, Dabi had at least gotten them. The thanks is the silence and the, "I left dinner on the counter." Dinner being the loose term when it had to do with just whatever had been left over after putting half of it on his plate. He was a villain not a pig, not unless he wanted the whole thing to himself, then he'd be the sort to have licked it right in front of them. "It's from the Chinese place." Speaking of licking, he picked up one of the packages, after pausing his game and opened it. Licking his finger before dipping it in and bringing it back to his mouth, he leaned his back against the place where someone's legs might hang down on the small couch.
Good yes, this was what he wanted. Maybe if he felt like using his absolutely perfectly healthy legs, he might even add water. Maybe.
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Amazingly, Shigaraki says nothing about the cocoa packets launched at his head—just as well—though in not leaving immediately, Dabi is treated to another endearing habit. He watches as the other tears open a packet and licks a finger to dip inside, sucking the cocoa powder off that way.
"That's disgusting," he observes from the doorframe. If that's business as usual, he doesn't even want to know the state of the leader's controller.
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all things consideredbody to get up and do something human on his day off wasn't made yet. This would have to do. Would have to do as if he wouldn't have done it down the line anyway. Mind that Dabi was probably right, at least half right, he was very careful to clean his controllers and probably took better care of them than himself aside the essentials."Not at all, it tastes pretty good." He knew what the other man had meant and could give a flying damn that he found it abhorrent. "Your loss." But, fine, he pushed himself up onto one knee while favouring the open package as not to spill it and plucked another from the place it had found on the couch when he stood up and gravity again took over. "It'll be your fault when it's ruined."
Shuffling himself toward the kitchen, the intent was clear that he was really actually just going to attempt something he often didn't care to do. Doing something himself if it wasn't driven by passion, desire or a march to his end goal. Something he didn't have much of here, all things considered so far.
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But Dabi has little interest in actually policing what his 'roommate' eats, even though he fully suspects Shigaraki's diet consists of a dozen bags of chips a day—he comments just because he can, and because it gives him a small jolt of rare satisfaction to point out someone else performing an utter fuck-up of a human being. He's otherwise fully prepared to leave the man to his own euphoria, shoving fingerfuls of sugar into his mouth, but to Dabi's mild surprise, Shigaraki is actually prompted to move. Raising an eyebrow, Dabi watches as Shigaraki—with apparent displeasure—shuffles past him to the kitchen, and follows with some amusement.
"Don't blame me," he drawls to Shigaraki's back. "I ain't twisting your arm to make you drink it."
Dinner is a good incentive to leave Shigaraki alone. The takeout containers have haphazardly been left out on the counter, some with flaps open for Dabi to visually sort through their contents while the other man does whatever he has in mind. Make his hot cocoa like a normal person, perhaps?
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Here we go.]
Dabi-san,
I wanted to ask you if it was alright if I got you a present for Christmas? I'd really like to, and of course you can say no, and I don't expect anything in return.
If there's anything you need or want, that I can actually get you, please let me know. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Uraraka
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To her formal and well-composed message, he jots back: ]
Right, so...
Do I know you?
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"no. have a nice day".
Ochako really and truly has to fight with the urge not to reply with that, and takes in a deep and calming breath because, goddamnit, she's trying. Still isn't really sure herself as to why, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
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You're one of the poor kids she likes, aren't you?
[ sucks to be her, honestly. ]
Didn't think the lot of you goody-goodies would be eager to spread the holiday cheer around to some villains.
We gonna act like one big happy family now that we're in someplace new?
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unfortunately...yes...
but she's getting something, too, you all are.
[Don't think you're special.]
no, of course not, and i'm not stupid enough to think that could change without outside forces being involved.
you're still as much my enemy as everyone else is in the league.
but i'd still like to do something nice for you all, JUST me, because you are all still people...like me. so let's toss aside our titles for the time being.
is there there anything you want or need? that i can actually GET?
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Sure thing, Uravity-chan. I'll think about it.
In the meantime, why don't you tell me about your change of heart?
Oh right, this is HELLA LOCKED
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why did i never get a notif for this...
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they have been utter garbage lately. :| idk if you got mine from the party log?
yes! i haven't gotten to action tags yet but i will hit u all back asap!
okok, no worries!! just making sure since I can't fuckin trust dw anymore. 8|
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he doesn't expect much in return. not even when it comes to finding a box sitting on
theirShigaraki's kitchen counter. it is, apparently, for him, along with the gift card Uravity had said she'd send (just at the right time for him to pick up more hair dye). he pockets the latter and cautiously, not entirely without suspicion, runs a blade through the taped edges of the box. when nothing odd happens, he finally pushes the flaps aside and peers in.he raises an eyebrow. then he picks up the tag and snorts. "his" bitching makes this gift apt. hello, meet kettle. no one else would nag him to manually heat their water rather than use a perfectly good stove because his fire is 'faster.'
at least an electric kettle is practical.
he finishes unwrapping the kettle and finds it a place to live on the counter, next to an outlet where he plugs it in. he turns over the tag Shigaraki had generously addressed to him and leaves it by the shiny new appliance, with the following handwritten instructions: ]
1. add water
2. press button
3. wait.
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AUGH I WAS JUST THERE I COULD HAVE DELIVERED THEM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME
wait ignore that
it's fine
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[ technically? ]
So you left the package on the doorstep, huh?
What are you going around dropping stuff off for?
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Wrong day.
[ yes, it's worth lying about it. ]
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lmk if you'd like me to find something else for him to say <3
it's all good!
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me: child of a cross country train conductor "ITSEASIERTHANYOUTHINK."
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Here-Not-Here-But-Plug-This-In-Eventually-Dabi
Technically, he had missed Dabi's birthday which didn't bother him so much in the same way as it should have for someone who had spent as much time with the people around him as the leader had. It did sit oddly in his chest and had been something on his mind every so often on the trip. Dabi himself had been infuriatingly on his mind. So even if it was most popular in the sixties, he had seen a certain something and bought it after he realized who it reminded him of.
Enjoy the lava lamp because he probably won't enjoy the card so much.
On the back of the card read "Make your choice on the road trip, old man." in his usual scrawl.
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Well, it does suit Shigaraki's tacky taste, so he'll think about setting it up in his bedroom. Probably along with the pile of ashes from that card. Dabi can't even be annoyed that he probably picked this thing out with his magpie instincts—if anything, it amuses Dabi more than not. At least he's getting something out of this present. ]