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"WHAT'S THE STATUS WITH EVE?" Shigaraki asked his accomplice as Dabi entered the hideout, him exhaustedly ripping off his mask and cap and tossing it on the bar counter.
"I can't kill her any faster." He complained, taking a seat at the bar.
"She's that bad?" Compress butted into the conversation from across the room, him and Toga playing a game of cards.
"Bad isn't even the right word to describe her...Odd, complex, stupid, annoying, immature, and kid-like are better terms to use."
"Wait, so she's not some stone-cold badass?...She just kinda sounds like me!" Toga blushed.
"You're worse than her." Dabi muttered.
Toga slouched in her chair, crossing her arms and pouting. "Meanie."
"Explain." Shigaraki demanded.
"I dunno, she's just...She acts like a regular 18 year old who just wants a friend. She's obsessed with learning about me, and talking with me, that it's hard to believe she's some Yakuza geezers' accessory."
"Isn't that good, though? You want Eve to like you enough, that's she's comfortable dropping her barrier." Compress questioned, placing down a card at the table.
