[keigo does his best to keep his body from not reacting at his favorite nickname, but even then, his breath hitches and his wings tremble. he swallows, pretty positive that his heart was going to leap right out of his chest at this rate.]

Don't sell yourself so short there, hotshot.

[he recovers with, forgetting how good dabi was at flirting. gods. he's had plenty of people try to worm their way to his heart or bed, but only dabi has come to make him this weak. maybe it's from the growth of their relationship, but even still, the villain had such a strong way of getting keigo trembling with words alone.

even with the roasted chicken reference, it feels more like playful words than a threat. he offers a smile though, with a light flush dusting his cheeks as he ruffles dabi's hair with his feathers.]

I'm sure you do.

[gods. maybe it's molt making him feel this way, but he feels like just the simplest little pretty remark is enough to get him all warm and fuzzy. he wants nothing more than to beg to hear these words over and over until his molt is here.]

Pretty, huh?

[keigo teases, not resisting trying to get a little more compliments thrown his way. honestly though, he doubts it'll work. dabi wasn't one to be so easily swayed into giving out his compliments.

the scowl he receives for the pat gets a light laugh from keigo. due to his relaxed position, he ends up coming to curl the wing around dabi's body after.]

Yep. You're the only one I give the real charms to.