"What the hell do you mean he got away?"
"I mean he got away, dipshit. Do I seriously have to keep explaining it?" The blonde sat on the opposite side of the bar with a loud groan, her current chatmate angrily wiping away at shot glasses. Each movement made the chains wrapped around his wrist clack, another click of his tongue before he takes a steadying breath. "Can you at least explain why it happened?"
"Now that's a sensible question," Toga giggled and went to get her glass, her own chained hands reaching through the bars of her makeshift cage to grab the fizzing drink, "Sir Talks-a-Lot talked a little too much! And I had no choice but to get our asses out of there, before, he, messed things up, again~!" Her sing-song voice faded as she takes a sip of the orange juice, face visibly scrunching as she exaggerates her look of disgust.
"Well then why did you remove the mask?"
"Geez Kurogiri cut me some slack, I'm not that stupid." The girl pouts as she sat on the stool with a loud and obnoxious creek, crossing her legs and twirling the drink, "Dabi broke it himself." Now that made the bartender raise a brow. Or at least, the closest to it. You know with the whole 'writhing mass and only vaguely humanoid shape of a portal' thing. "On accident?"
"On purpose. I'm pretty sure he remembers everything."
. . .
That one sentence alone was enough to catch him off-guard, the clink of the glass against the wood being the last thing anyone in that room heard before it fell into a short-lived silence.
"Does he know?"
"Top-hat's telling him about it right now." She shrugs, head tilting to gesture to the door.
The bar they were currently in was pretty normal, small in size with two doors on either sides. One that led out and the other to. . .the rest of the place.
Out of the three stools by the bar the blonde was in the isolated one, crooked metal bars trapping her inside and chaining her to the bottom of the cage. The chain was long enough for her to move around with not much problem, but it was no doubt restricting enough to keep her in check and—most of the time—out of trouble.
Orange light enveloped the lone two figures, the silence filled by a distant buzzing sound that came from the small box tv. It rested against the wall on the counter, static and flickering as 'Sound Only' was forever displayed upfront. The clock they had on display was forever stuck on 6:32, glass shattered and long abandoned.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed." Toga stretches her upper body the best she could, obnoxiously yawning before sticking an arm out the cage. She pushes up the sleeve of the hoodie she had worn since, like what, yesterday? She really didn't have that much concept of time, the only times she's ever been out to be like a hound dog sent after Dabi's scent.
Kurogiri nods and reaches under the counter, a syringe in his barely-formed hand and blue liquid filling up about a fourth of the thing. He grabs the girl's arm and goes to inject it into the same spot as usual, a click of his tongue as he sees the grayish, blueish circle of skin on their usual injection spot. "Give me your other hand."
She shrugs, not much of a complaint on her tongue. What difference would it make?
The spot on her other arm wasn't much of a difference, but it didn't swell that much. At least. . .yet, if he's ever learned anything.
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𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ
Fiksi Penggemar// dabi x reader fic, au Dabi never questioned where he came from, never asked who he was before all this. And when he finally did start asking questions. . .why was it so hard to get his answers?
