[he says it coldly right back. as far as dabi is concerned, keigo is the one that cut things off between them. he doesn't get to say shit about it.
he doubts keigo would ever like the quagmire. he knows how high and mighty pro-heroes like to be. dabi doesn't know what he likes anymore. all he knows is he does whatever he can to get him fucked up enough not to have to think about any of it.
dabi slides into the car and starts it up like he thinks he should. the thought up car does all the work though, and really all dabi needs is the basic knowledge from the few racing video games he played with shigaraki. when he sits in this car he always wonders what happened to him. what had happened to all of them.
he said he didn't care back then, but he spent enough time with them that he had gotten used to their company. maybe they're all dead too, though. they definitely wouldn't have gotten the chance to come here. good for them. dying in peace if much better than this.]
I don't give a shit about what felt good or not for you. I wanna know what they told you to do. I wanna know how it all started from the very beginning. Your orders to infiltrate the league, your job, all the fucking lies you told. I want you to tell me the truth from the start I fucking said. Don't wanna hear about how you liked gettin' down on your knees.
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[he says it coldly right back. as far as dabi is concerned, keigo is the one that cut things off between them. he doesn't get to say shit about it.
he doubts keigo would ever like the quagmire. he knows how high and mighty pro-heroes like to be. dabi doesn't know what he likes anymore. all he knows is he does whatever he can to get him fucked up enough not to have to think about any of it.
dabi slides into the car and starts it up like he thinks he should. the thought up car does all the work though, and really all dabi needs is the basic knowledge from the few racing video games he played with shigaraki. when he sits in this car he always wonders what happened to him. what had happened to all of them.
he said he didn't care back then, but he spent enough time with them that he had gotten used to their company. maybe they're all dead too, though. they definitely wouldn't have gotten the chance to come here. good for them. dying in peace if much better than this.]
I don't give a shit about what felt good or not for you. I wanna know what they told you to do. I wanna know how it all started from the very beginning. Your orders to infiltrate the league, your job, all the fucking lies you told. I want you to tell me the truth from the start I fucking said. Don't wanna hear about how you liked gettin' down on your knees.