[keigo isn't too scared about this punk, but he doesn't want to get violent and banned either. the anger flashing in those eyes speak volumes how he had no intention of leaving keigo alone.
but, he feels movement where his hand rests, and quietly, keigo pleads and hopes the mystery man would go along with him.
and, oh, does he do much more than that.
not that keigo can concentrate because he freezes as soon as he hears that voice. he about crushes the glass in his other hand, body tensed up. this was not happening. it can't be. no. he's hearing things, right?
but a quick look outside the corner of his eye, and he sees scarred flesh. staples.
no one would wear that look except for one.
keigo's throat is tight. sure, he was bound to run into dabi, especially coming to a club he originally found the villain inside. still though, keigo had hoped it would be...after. how much longer now? a month? two?
he shouldn't feel so protected under that voice, the way it has that punk fucking off finally. but now he's left with a bigger problem. it's one keigo is terrified about facing. he hated breaking his promise, especially to dabi.
quickly, he recovers, forcing out a smile and retracting his hand.]
Thanks for getting rid of him. I should go though. Have a drink on me.
[keigo gets the words out fast and quick, hoping maybe dabi is sloshed enough to not recognize him, enough that the hero can make a clean and quick getaway. he couldn't face dabi with a broken promise.
so keigo pulls away, trying to make his way out of the club.]
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but, he feels movement where his hand rests, and quietly, keigo pleads and hopes the mystery man would go along with him.
and, oh, does he do much more than that.
not that keigo can concentrate because he freezes as soon as he hears that voice. he about crushes the glass in his other hand, body tensed up. this was not happening. it can't be. no. he's hearing things, right?
but a quick look outside the corner of his eye, and he sees scarred flesh. staples.
no one would wear that look except for one.
keigo's throat is tight. sure, he was bound to run into dabi, especially coming to a club he originally found the villain inside. still though, keigo had hoped it would be...after. how much longer now? a month? two?
he shouldn't feel so protected under that voice, the way it has that punk fucking off finally. but now he's left with a bigger problem. it's one keigo is terrified about facing. he hated breaking his promise, especially to dabi.
quickly, he recovers, forcing out a smile and retracting his hand.]
Thanks for getting rid of him. I should go though. Have a drink on me.
[keigo gets the words out fast and quick, hoping maybe dabi is sloshed enough to not recognize him, enough that the hero can make a clean and quick getaway. he couldn't face dabi with a broken promise.
so keigo pulls away, trying to make his way out of the club.]