[ dabi runs and curses under his breath once they're inside. he feels like a drowned rat, trying to shake the water off of himself and makes sure the folder in his coat is still dry. the warehouse is perfect cover though, and he can't complain. he just hopes no one else is camping out here at the moment.
it's nearly pitch black, but dabi walks forward anyway, lighting a fire in the palm of his hand.
he glances over at hawks who looks worse than he does, especially because he's shivering. this place must be cold, but he can't feel it. he lets his fire grow a little wider, but tells himself it's only so he can see better. not because of hawks. ]
Been here once or twice. There's an upstairs part that's got a heater. Don't fall through the stairs, they're old.
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it's nearly pitch black, but dabi walks forward anyway, lighting a fire in the palm of his hand.
he glances over at hawks who looks worse than he does, especially because he's shivering. this place must be cold, but he can't feel it. he lets his fire grow a little wider, but tells himself it's only so he can see better. not because of hawks. ]
Been here once or twice. There's an upstairs part that's got a heater. Don't fall through the stairs, they're old.