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No, asshole. Fucking christ.

[his amazement at Shigaraki's cluelessness only grows when he seems oblivious to the compliment. Maybe it's better for him and his current predicament of loose lips, but still... he kind of wants to tackle Shigaraki back onto the mattress and get his hands under that shirt.

Instead, he just lets his gaze wash over him.]

You, creep. You look good.

[it's about as awkward as when shigaraki told him he looked nice when he got out of the shower last night. how the hell did they even deal with that?]

[The realization what Dabi had meant earlier stuns him. At first he just stares at Dabi, and then he blinks- trying to work himself out of the stupor. Did he hear that correctly? You look good. He's not sure how to take it. But instincts knows, and his right hand immediately goes to scratch at his neck.]

Huuh??

[ Dabi moves forward and intercepts the Shigaraki's hand, pulling it away from his neck. Since he's this close anyway, he leans in and presses his lips against the other man's, giving him something else to focus on.

Yeah... huuh? seems to be an appropriate reaction to what Dabi said, so he can't actually fault Shigaraki for it, but he still looks damn good in his clothes and Dabi wants to tell him that too. ]

I like you in my shirt, asshole.

Edited 2018-07-23 08:39 (UTC)

[Dabi's distraction works because he doesn't even get mad that the other pulled his hand away. The itch is still there, it's always been there lingering but Dabi's presence seems to make Shigaraki forget to scratch it.

His shirt? Oh.

He still isn't sure how to react.]

It's only fair. [Yeah. That's how you do it.] You ruined my other shirt.

Well now that I know, I'll probably keep ruining more of your shirts.

[Shigaraki seems stunned, but at least he's not having a tantrum anymore. Dabi still can't stand those, even if Shigaraki is easy to tease.]

You're looking at me like a deer in headlights. What's the fucking matter?

[He tries pulling his hand away this time with a frown.]

It's nothing. Nothing's the matter.

[He doesn't really realize how shocked he is by the compliment. He's so used to Dabi called him ugly and disgusting.]

[ Dabi's eyebrow goes up, but he lets go of Shigaraki's hand. They're past the kicking and pushing stage now, apparently. Dabi doesn't know what this is either, but he hasn't really realized that he's given such a compliment when he usually says the opposite.

He just says what's on his mind and that was it.]

Okay, weirdo. Anyway, just keep the shirt. I'll just steal one of yours on my way out.

You sure you'll fit in my shirts?

[He isn't calling Dabi fat but... Dabi's shirt barely fits on Shigaraki. Even as he speaks, the shirt is slipping a little off of Shigaraki's shoulders. Maybe it's just something he's not used to.]

This shirt's too big for me.

I think it's just right.

[Dabi wants to lean over and bite at his shoulder, but he's not sure if Shigaraki would be open to more biting right away and Dabi... actually gives a shit? Maybe a little bit. Or maybe he's just too lazy to lean over.]

That shirt's big on me too. I'm sure I can find one of yours to fit myself in.

It's not big on you.

[Wiping jizz off with your shirts and pants isn't exactly ruining them Shigaraki but ok. Anyways, Shigaraki lays back on the mattress, looking over at Dabi with tired eyes.]

Don't ruin more of my shit.

Not as big as it is on you, no.

[He snorts softly, laying down next to Shigaraki, turning onto his stomach. He keeps himself pushed up on his elbows though, so he can still look down at the other man.]

Gotta say, Shigsy. If you're gonna have such an issue with jizz on your shit, maybe you should go fuck around with someone without a dick.

My shirts fit me, you're going to stretch them out.

[He narrows his eyes at Dabi and shakes his head.]

Your dick is fine. It's what comes out of it that's disgusting.

Does that mean all your shirts will then fit you like this one does? Because I have to say, that's not exactly deterring me.

[Dabi rolls his eyes. Seems like Shigaraki is still planning on being a child. Not that he's surprised, or anything. Not even annoyed, really.]

Hate to break it to you, but you can't have one without the other. I swallow yours down all the time and you don't see me whining about it.

No?? Cause I'll get rid of them if they're too stretched out.

[This is all definitely childlike. If he was even more childish, he'd reach out and flick Dabi like Dabi's flicked him in the past.]

Well there's the difference, you enjoy it.

Even if they look good? What a waste. I mean, it's not like you have many shopping options, asshole.

[Definitely feels like arguing with a child sometimes, but it's always what Shigaraki falls back on. Adults flick each other all the time! He could just bite Shigaraki instead, if that would work.]

Because I know it's a part of it. Because I'm not gonna be some princess about it. I was perfectly fucking fine going back to my room and taking care of it myself, you know. I can do that next time if it bothers you so much. You're the one who always wants to watch.

I could send you on a shopping excursion instead.

[He would too. Unlike Toga, or Magne, or really anyone else, Dabi could at least be trusted to get black clothing. It's not like their styles were too different from each other anyways. Sure Dabi might bring him back something awful but that's less of a risk with Dabi than the others.]

I like watching. You don't let me participate so why should I get the leftovers?

If you send me shopping for your damn clothes I swear to fuck I'm going to switch sides.

[A very dramatic over exaggeration, but he wouldn't be happy with that at all. The gloves were one thing- that was very different and benefited him as well. Clothes shopping because the asshole doesn't want to share clothes? ...Yeah, that's where his thought process stops.]

I let you participate in different ways, you creep. You can't complain about the end result.

Then don't ruin all my shirts. [A pause.] You may borrow one shirt today.

[Just one though. If Dabi wants to see Shigaraki in looser clothes, he's gonna have to either a) buy them or b) give him old shirts.]

Being your cum dumpster isn't participation.

Great. The black one?

[He snorts softly, but his teasing turns into annoyance as Shigaraki continues this whole lamentation about jizz. A cum dumpster? Really? He knows he's going to regret asking this, but... ]

Then what exactly do you want from me?

[That gets an eyeroll from Shigaraki. The red iris disappearing into the back of his skull from the teasing. Ugh. But Dabi's question gets him to snap out of the petty annoyance. It even gets him thinking. What does he want with the other?]

I... I don't know?

[Shigaraki, world's best pillow princess everyone.] I want to do something.

[He'd probably regret his indecision or lack of knowledge.]

[ The worlds biggest pillow princess and cum dumpster all in one. Shigaraki's really aiming for it all, isn't he. ]

You don't even know what you want, so whatever participation you get is gonna have to be good enough. And really, using you as a cum dumpster has been really great. You're so good at.

[Excuse you, he's going for worlds best not worlds biggest. There's a difference, obviously. Shigaraki reaches out and flicks Dabi's ear, purposefully using the one exposed finger he has with the gloves so it'll hurt.]

Well it's disgusting so don't. [Bold of him to assume that Dabi will respect his wishes.]

[ Dabi reaches out and quickly grabs at Shigaraki's finger, bending it back. Enough to be annoying, but not to yank his finger out of the socket. Hey, he's being nice.

Really though, he did think his words would annoy Shigaraki more than this, by turning his words on him. Maybe the other man just knows what he's meant to be, and Dabi wants to take full advantage of it.]

You're disgusting too, so maybe I'll just lay off the whole thing. Maybe Spinner can suck your dick instead.

[Bending his finger doesn't bother him nearly as much as the comment about Spinner sucking his dick. He just glares, tonguing at the scar on his lip before irritably chewing on said lip. Shigaraki is so aggravated by the comment that he even raises his other hand to his neck- fully intending to scratch hard at it. But... doesn't.

Instead he scratches lightly at his neck before pulling it away.]

You're not allowed to lay off this thing.

[ Dabi bends the finger back a little further when Shigaraki's hand goes to his neck, then lets go completely when he mostly stops. Well that's definitely something.

He doesn't miss the irritation either, but he still raises an eyebrow at the words, because they definitely turn things around, into something else completely. ]

I'm not allowed to lay off this thing? I don't think it fucking works like that, does it. You can't order me to do this, you know. Don't make it fucking ugly.