[ Bummer. He was hoping Shigaraki would lose the hand.
In any case, he grins sadistically at the heap of moppy hair and worn out black, tangled on the floor. He kicks at Shigaraki's shoes as he walks over there and grabs Shigaraki's shirt, hauling him up and slamming him against the wall. It's A Lot, he knows it. But he's angry at the TV, and annoyed that he didn't have more to do today.
One thing is faster than the other and the moment Shigaraki's back hits, Dabi is already leaning in, running his tongue up along the cracked, bloody skin at Shigaraki's neck. ]
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Date: 2018-07-10 06:42 am (UTC)In any case, he grins sadistically at the heap of moppy hair and worn out black, tangled on the floor. He kicks at Shigaraki's shoes as he walks over there and grabs Shigaraki's shirt, hauling him up and slamming him against the wall. It's A Lot, he knows it. But he's angry at the TV, and annoyed that he didn't have more to do today.
One thing is faster than the other and the moment Shigaraki's back hits, Dabi is already leaning in, running his tongue up along the cracked, bloody skin at Shigaraki's neck. ]