𝐃 𝐀 𝐁 𝐈 . | Fake.

❝ Never knew fruit in Hokkaido so yummy. ❞ Hawks are completely disconnected from Dabi. It was as if he had just discovered a new flavor of fried chicken.

<<A single finger, jabbed into ribs again, just bring a small pain, but finally slumping and accepting the hold for what it was.>> ...I should beat you up for this. <<Grumbled, but does nothing to even begin to show signs of moving to beat up the other.>>

The red feathers flew away quickly, Then it came back with four cans of cold beer. ❝ Ahem ✨ ⚊ Fujizakura Heights Weizen from Yamanashi, Fruit Brewing from Hokkaido, Goya from Okinawa and Tokyo Black! I got it from missions, would you like to try it? ❞

<<Another elbow to ribs, less force behind it this time, tense and caged as he sits there, but slowly relaxing>> No. You don't know how lucky 𝘺𝘰𝘶 are for this moment. <<Because sometimes moments like this made him want to shed his whole skin like a lizard and run away.>>

Positive. <<Lying through his teeth is seems.>>

❝ Hm~? I didn't know you liked it when I talk a lot ❞ He teased, play with his hair with fingers. ❝ Maybe my trainees from U.A. can help, I asked him to do something.. That means tonight I'll be with you all night ❞

<<Frown. Huffing.>> ...I'm not helpless. <<He can't really cook at all. If it doesn't go in the microwave he probably can't handle it.>>

<< A near aggressive nudge, almost painful, an elbow in the ribs, bullying his smaller frame right into the taller's, but it leaves them squished shoulder to shoulder than wrapped up in arms. Still able to leech heat this way and not feel... he's not sure.>> Complain harder.

Can you even cook?