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?
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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?