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ꕥ  ❛❛  Ahh! I-It’s you? I...I uh, I don’t have an answer for you yet, I-I’m sorry, I’m still..thinking more about it!  ❜❜ He basically squeaked. Did this guy know he was going to cut through here? Maybe he should have taken the bus.

“Ah the cremator himself. Dabi.”

  “Your eyes...they remind me of a boy I once knew.” Came the quiet winter maidens voice.

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★ what kind of phone do they have?

I-Phone 5S. Why? Well no particular reason. Todoroki likes that IOS is actually rather simple and quite foolproof. He does not use his phone too much so he’s not interested in most of the new generations features and doesn’t care about app usage and stuff like that. He likes it. Its reliable and does what he wants, the way he wants it, without any nick-nacks. 

♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first?

Not really. Even tho he’s someone who likes reading he’s never really up to date on anything that’s written in most magazines, nor does he care enough to read them. Sometimes he gets a glimpse of the newspapers lying around in the common room but again its nothing that actually piques his interest. He is one of those people who can spend hours on youtube watching random videos about useless stuff and equally random topics but he’s no one who has that particular interest he’s burning for. So, No skipping to the cartoons, sorry folks but he’s also someone who won’t understand most classic cartoon jokes anyway so he never bothers with this kind of stuff.  

🌷 what do they have in their wallet?

Again, nothing considerably special. The usual things like his ID, Studentcard, Health-Insurance-card, a keycard, maybe one or two golden credit cards that are not actually his but belong to a certain pro hero (don’t tell him), two photos, a note with his phone password on it (yes he’s one of those people), another note with his emergency contact, a couple bills, some coins, a paperclip, his hero license and that’s probably it.

He stuck out like a painfully sore thumb dressed in v-neck half purple, half white, puffy sleeved shirt tucked into skinny jeans, with a chain latching onto the belt loop that secured his wallet in a sea of people head-banging with their jewelry flailing about as much as their arms were. They were properly ready for the concert in their all black leather, jean jackets with patches all over, ripped pants, and colored hair. As much as he stuck out, hardly anyone paid attention to him as the music played. 

Yusuke was there to support his friend Dabi, and also to hear any comments made about the flyers glued all over with the band name and design. The artist was the one who made it all, and of course, he loved hearing praise and criticism. As far as he heard though, all comments were made about the music; how full the sound was, how relatable the lyrics were. He wasn’t a dancer, but everyone was jumping up and down, fists in the air, and flaying their head round and round as their long hair made a perfect circle. 

Obviously so, Yusuke’s never been to a concert like this before. It was a shock to him to see people pushing amongst themselves yet were still smiling and cheering. There was so much to take in that he couldn’t put all of his focus on the band like he thought he could. Yusuke kept moving about the crowd but every spot he moved to was the same story. He ended up being near the front though off to the side before he was able to comfortably put his focus on the music, and ultimately enjoy himself. 

After the show, Yusuke was among a small handful of people who were being escorted backstage to meet the members. He took this time to ask around people’s thoughts on the artwork in the flyer, and was met with great and brash praise. ‘It’s fuckin’ sick!’ ‘This should be an album cover!’ Personally pleased to hear the compliments, his dull eyes found Dabi’s, and he parted ways to meet up with him.

His immediate and heated denial quickly brings an amused smile to her face as another sip is taken from the bottle in her hands, only for her expression to immediately sour in disgust at the pungent taste of her drink. She’s never been a fan of beer, surprisingly. Its awful flavor on top of how much is needed to actually get a buzz is a double whammy of disappointment, but unfortunately there’s not much of a selection tonight and she supposes Dabi won’t appreciate her ungrateful whining ( not that that’s ever stopped her before ).

A quiet ❛ ugh ❜ leaves her lips as she takes another long drink and recoils for the second time. Yeah, it’s definitely shit, but she’s not a pussy. There’s no way in Hell she’s gonna give her companion more ammunition to mock her with than she usually does. Right now they’re making fun of HIM, and she's enjoying herself too much to let it end so quickly. 

❝ Aw, I think the BOSS would be sad to hear you say that! ❞ The word boss is spoken, dripping with mockery and sarcasm, as his words leave a grin stretching across her face that she attempts to hide behind the neck of the beer bottle. It always provides a good laugh, Nicolette thinks, to hear Dabi’s true feelings about their ❛ leader ❜ — if that walking dirty ballsack could be called such a thing.

Very Vague Starters

         As much as he hated to admit it, he was right.

         To be quite honest, it’s not like he wanted to be here either. If it was up to him, he’d be back at home with his snakes and sitting next to a heater, instead of out here in the gloomy weather with this man he literally met only a few minutes ago. As much as Snake found the other man’s appearance intriguing -- and a little extreme, even to someone like him -- he wasn’t really in any mood to wander around so aimlessly.

         Who thought putting park so deep in the forest was a good idea?