[the crazed look gets a worried one from keigo in return. and, as he hears the reaction, it makes his feathers fluff out a bit.]
They didn't-they told me you ordered a mic and camera to be placed on me. Re-Destro told me I had to be tracked, so I smoothed it over with a tracking device instead.
[at the time, he figured it was due to his hero work and they had to be sure. he never complained because it meant staying with dabi and the league, and he wanted that more than being his handler's pet.
now that he thinks about it, he can't help but eye the villain both incredulously and worriedly.
but before he can question what's on his mind, the angry remark gets the hero to step back. he can't help but look a little irritated, feathers ruffled.]
Of course I don't want to contact them. I'm only making sure you don't need something off of them. The whole point is that I want to get away from my tormentors, but if you need intel or whatever, I'll suck it up.
[he crosses his arms, looking away, a little hurt that dabi would assume he'd desire reaching out to his handlers. maybe it hasn't sunk into that thick skull of his? how much further can he explain this fear that drives him in the opposite direction of them? to avoid those screams of anguish earlier just so he can run away? he's no hero. he's nothing now.]
no subject
They didn't-they told me you ordered a mic and camera to be placed on me. Re-Destro told me I had to be tracked, so I smoothed it over with a tracking device instead.
[at the time, he figured it was due to his hero work and they had to be sure. he never complained because it meant staying with dabi and the league, and he wanted that more than being his handler's pet.
now that he thinks about it, he can't help but eye the villain both incredulously and worriedly.
but before he can question what's on his mind, the angry remark gets the hero to step back. he can't help but look a little irritated, feathers ruffled.]
Of course I don't want to contact them. I'm only making sure you don't need something off of them. The whole point is that I want to get away from my tormentors, but if you need intel or whatever, I'll suck it up.
[he crosses his arms, looking away, a little hurt that dabi would assume he'd desire reaching out to his handlers. maybe it hasn't sunk into that thick skull of his? how much further can he explain this fear that drives him in the opposite direction of them? to avoid those screams of anguish earlier just so he can run away? he's no hero. he's nothing now.]
...anyway, give me your jacket real quick.