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.