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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.

[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?

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

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.

wait where are you living again???

Are you somewhere in the 50's now?

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.

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