[ being out here like this, nothing but the distant noises of the club and the city, neon lights illuminating the streets- it really is like their first few meetings. maybe brighter and a little less run down. there's nothing run down about san junipero. not in this part of town, anyway.
dabi listens intently, gaze boring into keigo as he speaks. it all sounds pretty unbelievable, even with the knowledge of quirks. or maybe that's why it seems so unbelievable- because it's not a quirk at all, but some kind of technology that dabi has never heard of before. he doesn't know why the fuck he should believe keigo, especially after all that had happened, but somehow... it seems to make sense. little things here and there.
he looks down at his hands, how clear they are from all the scars and how surprised he was that he was like this now. if this place could change appearance and pain levels... maybe that's why he hasn't been feeling shit lately. ]
Just by willing it? Bullshit. I didn't fuckin' pick to look like this. Who the fuck gets to decide?
[he doesn't realize that it's his family who decided this for him, without his knowledge or consent. ]
You expect me to believe that this is some tech bullshit? Not some Quirk I probably got blasted in during that war? Fuckin' pro-heroes, ya probably stuck me in here yourselves, huh.
[he says as keigo trails off. but then keigo comes out with the real truth of it, and dabi's blood runs cold and his throat goes dry as well. there's no way in hell. there's no fucking way]
You're full'a shit, you lying bastard!
[he grabs at keigo's shirt and slams him against the wall, fists curling into the fabric hard as his eyes blaze bright.]
I'm in Tartarus, right?! You assholes fuckin' got me! Fuckin' Endeavor, that no good piece a shit father'a mine. Right?! You're in my head, forcin' me to stay here! Wake me the fuck up you traitorous piece'a shit!
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Date: 2021-03-01 01:37 am (UTC)dabi listens intently, gaze boring into keigo as he speaks. it all sounds pretty unbelievable, even with the knowledge of quirks. or maybe that's why it seems so unbelievable- because it's not a quirk at all, but some kind of technology that dabi has never heard of before. he doesn't know why the fuck he should believe keigo, especially after all that had happened, but somehow... it seems to make sense. little things here and there.
he looks down at his hands, how clear they are from all the scars and how surprised he was that he was like this now. if this place could change appearance and pain levels... maybe that's why he hasn't been feeling shit lately. ]
Just by willing it? Bullshit. I didn't fuckin' pick to look like this. Who the fuck gets to decide?
[he doesn't realize that it's his family who decided this for him, without his knowledge or consent. ]
You expect me to believe that this is some tech bullshit? Not some Quirk I probably got blasted in during that war? Fuckin' pro-heroes, ya probably stuck me in here yourselves, huh.
[he says as keigo trails off. but then keigo comes out with the real truth of it, and dabi's blood runs cold and his throat goes dry as well. there's no way in hell. there's no fucking way]
You're full'a shit, you lying bastard!
[he grabs at keigo's shirt and slams him against the wall, fists curling into the fabric hard as his eyes blaze bright.]
I'm in Tartarus, right?! You assholes fuckin' got me! Fuckin' Endeavor, that no good piece a shit father'a mine. Right?! You're in my head, forcin' me to stay here! Wake me the fuck up you traitorous piece'a shit!