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.
Text; (and eventual action)
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.