#2ash-s

Shame on him for being out in a place like this, and a time so late. You never knew what kind of scum you'd run into, though this poor bastard was a pretty good bullet-pointed list of the sort of punk to expect. Shame on him for being so bold, coming out without entourage, for dressing so flashy. Shiny rings attracted pesky crows, and he had hands full of pretty objects. The Curator comes to a stop partway down the cramped alley, just beyond the steam let out of the kitchens they must be right behind. It's damp and dim and the whole place smells like garbage and petrichor. Not his usual ideal environment for a meeting. Skin like bruises and eyes like seaglass, all pulled together like a bad quilt. How dreadful. "Can I help you?"

Oh. Ohhh. So that’s where Tamaki’s phone had run off to, huh?

Well, this was a whole pot of stew, wasn’t it? Mirio pulls an uncomfortable kind of face while thinking through his options. His best bud had been freaking out pretty bad for two days over this lost phone, and while Mirio wasn’t the kind to bargain with blackmailers or the kind to keep an extra ten-something-thousand-yen on hand, he felt a little slim on options.

[TEXT] ok so 🔍 that phones like a year n a half old, so its value isnt quite 11200¥. how about we do some bartering, mysterious blcmailing dude and/or dudette?

‘what the fuck’

…is all that Dabi receives in response to the picture. At least, all he receives on his phone.

Within three minutes Tomura is at the door of his own room, staying where he is at the doorway with the subtle but telltale difference between 'annoyed’ and 'livid’ on his face that Dabi is no doubt able to recognize by now. Tomura’s only annoyed. He’s safe.

“What the fuck?

He doesn't need to be told twice--to come in or take off his shoes. He always prefers being barefoot anyway.

But he's in a special hurry to get them off now that they're soaked through, all of him's soaked through, over-sized fabric clinging to his already small frame and somehow making him look downright tiny. Surprisingly his hair doesn't seem too effected by any of it, still messy and haphazard once his hood's down, and even worse when he shakes some excess water free like a sheepdog.

A miserable, ornery sheepdog. But one who knows he's just been done a favor, so now that he's in from that downpour Dabi actually gets a begrudging "Thanks."

[TEXT] ….

[TEXT] I see your point.

“ – a fish that told you to shut up. right? ”

“Is there a ghost of a rude fish in here, or is that just me?”