What a total loser. How the hell was he supposed to react in a situation like that? “That was just sad.” Dabi shook his head. And did he seriously call him a worm? “I don’t know whether to be pissed off or laugh. You set yourself up like some big cool guy and, then you fall right on your ass.”
His heavy boots hit the floor drawing closer to the boy crumpled on the ground. You know what? He looks better down there like that. Dabi might not know this guy very well, but he had a feeling that it suited him.
“If you’re gonna have a god complex, at least be able to back it up.” He came to crouch before the cult leader “So…”
“What should I do with you?” His hands moved from his pockets to press together in contemplation. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not such a big fan of people who go around calling other people names.”
He might’ve just let the little shit pass along, but he couldn’t exactly have someone like this running around and saying stupid things like ‘I met Dabi and lived’ and 'He’s not so scary. The League are just jokes.’ Anything to boost his own ego. He seemed like the type. Definitely not smart enough to know when not to go running his mouth. The League losing any cred now would really put a wrench in his plans. This brat wasen’t worth all that. And anyway, it’s been a while since he roasted someone alive…Really missed that smell…
Oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shi- ❝ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ? ❞ Still smiling to cover up the shame, the self-proclaimed god didn’t feel a thing from that tumble. Hopefully he didn’t break something, considering he has insensitivity to pain he won’t be able to tell unless looked at. He sits up leisurely pretzel style and- Oh. The villain got closer. He coughs through the eerie staring contest. ❝ . . . 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. ❞ How to find out if you’re old: Fall down. If people laugh, you’re young. If people panic, you’re old. . . But what if people hoped you were dead ? Damn. That’s deep.
Like, he craves death everyday and even purposely puts himself in danger for the thrill of gambling his own demise, so it’s situations like meeting someone dangerous enough to kill you that makes it scary and yet exciting at the same time. The blonde sighs and exposes his pearly whites with a grin. ❝ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆. 𝑪𝒖𝒛, 𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. ❞ He rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand, before bringing it to his youthful face to check out his nails; looking disinterested in his so-called occupation. Changing his mood like the facets of a diamond sparkling when you turn it just so under the light. ❝ 𝒀𝒆𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 ? 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍. ❞ He really said “ fuck you ” in flower.
❝ 𝑰 𝒆𝒂𝒕 15 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. ❞ An obvious playful lie. The boy clad in all white stands up, shoving his hands in his overcoat’s pockets, and looks down at the crouching villain. His squinting citrine eyes, a mirage of the laughing moon, focused knowingly; no visible difference between pupil and iris. ❝ 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒚. 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐. ❞ Calmly, the flippant rascal rolls up one of his sleeves and extends an arm out. ❝ 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. ❞ Carelessly, the chiral part of his hand reaches out towards Dabi’s raven hair. Like playing with fire; knowing FULL WELL of what risk entails. This whole scenario is like if horror movies started adding bloopers at the end. . . Man, they really need to add bloopers at the end of horror movies.
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