[tch, bastard. he's not sure how he feels about this. there are a lot of conflicts. out of all the ways he could potentially handle this... a week. he waits a week for a decision, then opts for what's probably the least confrontational on his part. even if that means snagging a cart and moving hawks' statue back into his room. holiday vandalism included.
as for the bonus, he's left sitting on the bed, he turns the bag over in his hands, wrestling with shit. it's obvious thought went into this thing. didn't think the guy was the type. but here it is. multiple intents and all. clothes were their first interaction after all. at least he tries them on. and they fit well. creep.
the mistletoe goes up in smoke with an explosion.
a day after the delivery, a simple package appears on dabi's doorstep, wrapped in black paper. inside rests two large packages of soba noodles, some dried nori and negi for toppings, and a sealed pot of dipping sauce.]
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Date: 12/28/24 17:35 (UTC)as for the bonus, he's left sitting on the bed, he turns the bag over in his hands, wrestling with shit. it's obvious thought went into this thing. didn't think the guy was the type. but here it is. multiple intents and all. clothes were their first interaction after all. at least he tries them on. and they fit well. creep.
the mistletoe goes up in smoke with an explosion.
a day after the delivery, a simple package appears on dabi's doorstep, wrapped in black paper. inside rests two large packages of soba noodles, some dried nori and negi for toppings, and a sealed pot of dipping sauce.]