video; un: dabi

[burnitblack]

[it's black. a single inverted conical light hangs overhead, casting a yellowing glow down onto the wooden table below. maybe a few stains of liquid here and there on the surface, maybe that's wood pattern, who knows. a man's sitting in the darkness at the table, gnarled purple burn scars attached to the healthy flesh of his hands via surgical staples just around the base of his palm and past his wrists. the same burns travel all the way up his arms and vanish beneath metallic cuffs above his elbows, clasped to his dark coat. similar burn scars cover his entire throat and the lower half of his face, as well as his lower eyelids, all stapled to his flesh the same way, which gives him a skeletal rictus grin of sorts. it even spreads down to his upper chest, before his white shirt hides it from view.

dabi really doesn't make a lot of posts or responses on the network, but sometimes, hey, you gotta reach out and ask a question or two. he leans forward, spiky black hair brushing just under the light above, probably giving indication he's in some booth somewhere, but no other clues beyond that.]

Ain't much for this kinda thing, but anyone out there got a computer? Somethin from a "modern" time that'd take a USB cable. Maybe with some good media editing software. These Omni things can download and store media from the network, but hell if I can find a port on this rock.

[the image shifts a few times as he gives the omni a few turns around, as if doing one last double check for proof. then settles it again. dabi sets a small button camera used for covert recording operations down on the table.]

Or if ya know how to jack somethin from home into the Omni, lemme know. I got a few things I wanna upload to the network.

[the camera itself isn't capable of connecting to any kind of network, so transfers of the media recorded has to be manual.]

Might be fun to watch 'em later.

Comments

[comecatchthesehands]

[Stop being jealous, he's just got it and that's a side effect.

That's the spirit, Shigaraki prefers cocoa on the end of his finger, himself. There's something they have in common. Packaging can also be cook wear.]

The traffic.
Like you drove there. You walked, the only traffic you'd have to worry about is foot traffic and I've seen you part crowds.

[burnitblack]

[he's not jealous. he's amused, imagining that massive mop you've gotta take care of getting out of the shower. all the tangles...

at least he's got a bunch of interesting food supplies, though dabi usually uses them as infrequent snacks rather than a diet staple. he learned how to get food other than fish in the market, so that works out for him.]

wow. didja really have to explain the sarcasm back to me?

[comecatchthesehands]

[It's definitely not the easiest, but it's not something on his mind all the time.]

Yeah. I really did. I wanted you to have to face the decisions you made, like telling me bullshit.

I wish I could say 'are you going to answer my question' but you're answering it. I'm going to be the one to extend the olive branch and I'm going to the beach. If you want to meet me there, then I hope you don't hit any red lights. I'll be there until it's too dark.

[burnitblack]

[that gets an arched brow. awww, did he strike a nerve or something?]

there's a lotta beach to cover. gonna need to give me a landmark or somethin.

[comecatchthesehands]

[This is just baseline, he's got a dog to walk.]

Come to the beach, I'll find you. I can feel your quirk. Bring a small, hand-sized ball of some kind.

[burnitblack]

[is that a euphemism?]

a ball?

[random request...]

all right. i'll head out in a few.

[comecatchthesehands]

Yes, a ball.

[The words you're looking for is 'thank you', Tomura.]

I will too. We can look for shit on the beach, too. See you there.

[burnitblack]

all right.

[they gonna play catch or something? might be a decent way to pass the time.]

ja ne.