Well what fucking choice do we have, you hate being in public. You were already bitching about how out that was.

[He's not sure why it felt important that they do something outside of this weird arrangement they had going on... especially todays. Forced touching and photo taking is just one step too weird in the Dabi box.

Not that it'll stop him from doing it again.

He sits and starts unwrapping his messy burger, spinach dip slopping back down into the wrapper. He scoops some up and licks it off his fingers, letting out a pleased sound.]

But it tastes better than anything you've ever put in your mouth, that's for sure. Come here, creep. You have to have a bite.