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“…I’m sorry. WHAT did you do?” He dead panned again, rubbing a scarred hand across his equally scarred face.
“…I, uh.” The blond girl glanced around and fiddled with her space buns, shifting her occult hood across her hair, then further down her face to hide from the prying gaze of angry disappointment that her companion was giving her. “Y-you said… to summon a g-god?”
“I texted you… DOG. Like a fucking HELLHOUND.” Dabi was not seething at her—he wasn’t. Not at all. Not at fucking all. He wasn’t angry—or stressed—or worried about their lives.
“I-I’m dyslexic!! You can’t blame me for this!” Toga squealed in protest, clutching her knife a bit closer to her chest protectively.
“Say that… to the GOD we have in our fucking basement!” Dabi snapped—trying his fucking damnest not to slap her upside her dense skull. Not that he was angry, he never got angry. He was just…—a flash of red in the corner of his eye ended that thought and turned sharply.
“Well, I mean I’m not in your basement anymore.”
Dabi was staring face to face with an unfairly attractive man with red wings and an overly smug expression, flicking a strand of unruly hair out of his eye.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the moment his blue eyes sunk into the depths of this deity’s golden irises…
Suddenly he didn’t have any complaints over not having a new dog.
“Names Hawks. Pleased to bless your day~”