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Yo, it's Dito. Talk to me.

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[syncopathic]

Only if it's a color that brings out my eyes. I do well in solids. Browns and beige. Dark greens work pretty well too. And stockings. I got some killer legs.

[Shigaraki might not have been flirting, but Dito sure is.]

In any case, don't worry. I can carry my own weight. A lot more'n my own weight, actually-- I'm a lot stronger than I look. You gonna meet me somewhere tonight or should I just stand outside your door with my dick in my hand?

[comecatchthesehands]

[Even if Dito can't see it, Shigaraki is mathmeme.gif-ing while he speaks. Because as much as Tomura wishes that he honestly could say that's a joke, he really doesn't think it is. .....That or standing outside his door with his dick in his hand.]

You don't know where I live, you'd just be outside some stranger's door.

[And yet again he doesn't think that'd be a problem here.]

Where do you want to meet?

[syncopathic]

I missed the part where that's supposed to be a deterrent. I mean, I'm gonna be gettin' my jollies either way. Kinda prefer it be with a handsome drink of water like yourself though, y'know?

[God Dito do you even have an off switch?]

In any case, let's meet up at the outskirts of town. Bring protection.

[And of course he's not going to elaborate on what he means by "protection", if that lascivious grin is any indication.]

[comecatchthesehands]

[Shigaraki is pretty sure the answer to that is 'no'. There is no off. He's never met someone as infuriating and tolerable as this bastard.]

Alright, in that case meet me at the graveyard. You better be there, I'll hunt you instead.

[Click.]