[ the poor idiot blonde that has been trying to get dabi's attention all this time gives one final attempt, but dabi's eyes are on hawks now. not hawks, though, even with those bright red wings behind him that he's sure he had burned away. no, he's keigo now, and dabi wonders if this is it for him, because this can't really be happening.
whatever it is though, this other replacement blonde doesn't matter anymore. dabi shoots him a look, blue eyes just as fiery and deadly as before, even without his flames. ]
You heard him, get the fuck outta here.
[dabi's attention is only on him for a moment longer before it's back on keigo again, trying to figure out just what in the fuck is happening here. he hasn't seen a single soul here that he's recognized. keigo is the first of them and the last dabi would have wanted to see, even if he knows he's lying about that one. it's not a coincidence that the only one hanging on him was some pretty blonde who probably could have passed for keigo from behind.]
I don't fuckin' understand. What are you... how are you here? How'd you find me?
[he asks as if he knows what's been going on with him this past month or two, even though he doesn't have any fucking idea.]
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Date: 2021-02-28 06:15 am (UTC)whatever it is though, this other replacement blonde doesn't matter anymore. dabi shoots him a look, blue eyes just as fiery and deadly as before, even without his flames. ]
You heard him, get the fuck outta here.
[dabi's attention is only on him for a moment longer before it's back on keigo again, trying to figure out just what in the fuck is happening here. he hasn't seen a single soul here that he's recognized. keigo is the first of them and the last dabi would have wanted to see, even if he knows he's lying about that one. it's not a coincidence that the only one hanging on him was some pretty blonde who probably could have passed for keigo from behind.]
I don't fuckin' understand. What are you... how are you here? How'd you find me?
[he asks as if he knows what's been going on with him this past month or two, even though he doesn't have any fucking idea.]