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.
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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.