[ dabi keeps his fire away from hawks' wings, more careful than he probably thinks he is. the last thing they need is another shitty thing between them.
if there's anyone else here, dabi will just burn them out, so he isn't really worried about that part. he just wants to dry off and hang out here till the storm passes, and then hopefully just be done with this mess. that's what he tells himself over and over again as he heads up the stairs, keeping his fire burning in the palm of his hand.
he checks around but there's no one up here, so he heads for the heater, trying to get it to work. after a moment or two he stands up and kicks at it, scowling. ]
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if there's anyone else here, dabi will just burn them out, so he isn't really worried about that part. he just wants to dry off and hang out here till the storm passes, and then hopefully just be done with this mess. that's what he tells himself over and over again as he heads up the stairs, keeping his fire burning in the palm of his hand.
he checks around but there's no one up here, so he heads for the heater, trying to get it to work. after a moment or two he stands up and kicks at it, scowling. ]
It's busted. Guess you're shit outta luck, birdie.
[he can dry himself up with his heat just fine, so that's what he starts to do, not minding the forlorn look on hawks' face.]