Should I throw caution to the winds and invite you into my home, then? It might be risky, but I think you've already seen by my fighting style that I like taking risks.
[That's true... if Dito invites him over, he'll know where he lives.]
That's up to you. I could've killed you any time I wanted and that if I wanted you dead, you would be. Your omen would bitch and I'm not interested in that either.
That doesn't rule out little deaths, though. My omen would bitch about those too, of course, but who cares what she thinks?
[If there was anyone in the world who could get his rocks off to the sound of Private Hudson pussing out in the background, it'd be Dito.]
Like I said, I'm willing to take my chances. Odds are it'll be an entertaining evening at the very least.
[He sends the coordinates to his house in Crenshaw over to Shigaraki, and tells himself that the excited chills running up his legs are just the prospect of this visit once again staving off his ever-present boredom.]
[Dito briefly considers asking Shigaraki what a "black light" is, but ultimately decides against it. Odds are it's some new futuristic toy that Five somehow hadn't yet discovered. And hey-- if Shigaraki wants to play like that, he's willing to oblige.]
Shit their pants? Why is that? Do you know a lot of people in Crenshaw or something?
Let's just say that if there were a creature here more frightening than anything someone had ever seen? That bitch is going to stand in my shadow. You live around a lot of the people who think that very way from my home world.
[Oh, Shigaraki. You had his curiosity, and now you have his attention.]
I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a deterrent? Honestly, I gathered all that just from watching you fight. You wouldn't be the first white-haired, red-eyed beauty I've encountered who could instill fear in the hearts of men.
It just means there'll probably be no one coming around and bothering us, that's all.
[He's taking 'beauty' as sarcastic, but it rolls off his back.]
Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Depends on if they think I'm there to hurt you because I'm going to walk straight down the street, taking every long way just to fuck with them as a teaser trailer.
[Whenever Shigaraki gets around to visiting Dito's house, he'll find that the front door is unlocked. The disciple had never gotten into the habit of locking his doors while he was awake-- any valuable objects that he possessed were always on his person, and if anyone burst into his house looking for a fight, well... he'd be more than happy to oblige them.
The warm and heady smell of chicken stew wafts in from the kitchen. Dito's normal hunting attire has been replaced with a more casual shirt with trousers and suspenders, and he lounges supine across the arms of the living room sofa, his nose stuck in a book of Plato's Dialogues. His spear lies within reach against the chair. There's no sound except a steadily ticking clock; the occasional turning of a page.
Is Shigaraki going to announce his presence or simply sneak in like a creeper?]
Out of habit, he tries the doorknob first. Since it opens, the answer is a bit of both. After spying the body of his host laying across the couch and closing the door behind him, Shigaraki puts his hands in his pockets. "You already know I'm here, so don't pretend to read."
If he didn't know Shigaraki was there, which is a possibility, then now he does. But excuse him as he sort of looks to the kitchen, because there's no such thing as home cooking at his non-home.
It's still unclear whether or not Dito was already aware of his presence, but the slow and easy smile he flashes as he slides catlike off the couch should be a good indication that he expected Shigaraki to arrive, at the very least.
He raises his arms above his head in an indulgent stretch before striding off in the direction of the kitchen, the sheathed spear remaining where it is against the sofa. No shortage of confidence, this one.
"I took as long as I needed." It's not an easy trek sometimes through the landscape. For him, just a long trip. Not many people smile at him with a normal smile. Toga's are always on the cusp of talking about murder. If Dabi smiles it's time to run. With few exceptions, anyone else is doing it in a sarcastic or cynical way if they weren't Mister or Spinner.
After a moment or two more of considering if they're both stupid, or both just willing to take the chance, Shigaraki moves into the kitchen after Dito shows him where with that movement. Also, you know, the smell of food. Food he's standing next to, then looking back at Dito over. He should really make him try it first. Then he decides he hasn't eaten well in a while and searches out the utensil to start eating it right there at the stove. He leans against a counter. "This's good."
Dito takes note of the way Shigaraki so flagrantly shows his back to him. A show of his own confidence? Or is it a dare for Dito to try to attack his blind side? Either way, the disciple is into it. He settles himself against the kitchen table, watching Shigaraki sample his food; paying close attention to how those long fingers carefully grip the spoon. He shrugs.
"Just something I picked up on my travels. I got sick of going hungry after my mistress kept leaving me only the dregs of the feasts she had her servants prepare. She had an appetite as huge as those funbags of hers, so I often had to fend for myself when it came to meals. Glad to meet a fellow stew-lover, though."
Making Dito a taster wouldn't have worked in the long run for Shigaraki anyway. He's a Vileblood, after all, and poison wouldn't have affected him. Besides, he considers poison to be the coward's way. If he'd really wanted to kill Shigaraki, he would've done so in a battle to the death.
Confidence is definitely what it is. Dito moves fast, but Shigaraki will destroy everything in his path, except this stew, and has a few things up his sleeve. He's confident enough that he can at least move if he needs to and there doesn't seem to be a reason so he doesn't. Eventually he turns around and continues his leaning and eating. At least, at least he's not talking with his mouth full.
"She sounds like a bitch." No words minced, next bit of food into his mouth and his turn to shrug. "I like food. This is good food. I like good food even better." The way he chooses to live isn't extravagant and this, to him, sure is. Battles to the death aside, he isn't letting his guard completely down, but he's at least relaxed in what he's doing.
"When you say Mistress, I'm betting you don't mean you willingly signed on to their employment from the way you talk."
The scar at the corner of the man's mouth stretches when he opens his mouth to eat; when he talks. Dito finds himself staring at it, idly wondering how the raised skin would feel if he were to touch it. Shigaraki's question shakes him out of his daydream, and he rolls his shoulder in another shrug.
"Hard to say. I don't have a lot of memories of my life before I was added to her collection. I'm assuming those were some sort of hidden price for serving her or something like that. If I did willingly sign on, I'm pretty sure being her official bedwarmer wasn't part of the contract. At least, I hope it wasn't. I'd like to believe past me had some dignity."
Eating is exactly what's on his mind in comparison to his counterpart and Shigaraki's eyes tick to the man in front of him. They're not telling, it's just that he's certainly looking at him with some sort of understanding behind the look and a slowdown to his eating.
"You were a slave. You can say it, I'm not a baby and neither are you."
Shigaraki's voice is harsh; disdainful. He must have been expecting Dito to feel either chastised or offended, but Dito is neither. His gold eyes flash, delighted that he's being spoken to in this way. After all of Five's innuendo and coquettish behavior, it's wonderful to hear someone tell it like it is.
Dito shakes his head with a chuckle.
"Boy, you are not one for foreplay, are you? Just dive right in without any preamble. Not that I'm complaining or anything-- it's a welcome change. Kind of reminds me of someone I know from here."
He settles his full weight against the table with a sigh, crossing his arms casually over his chest. His tone when he speaks again holds less of the lightheartedness it had before.
"But you're right, not to put too fine a point on it. She owned me, body and soul-- in every way a person could be owned. I was her butler, her footman; her concubine.
But honestly? I probably could've dealt with all of that if she just wasn't so fucking irritating. Hearing that throaty croak of hers day in and day out made me seriously consider tearing my ears off."
Shigaraki shrugs his shoulder, uncaring to the possibility of having offended someone by saying the truth. It's what he'll do if they like it or not. The truth is the truth no matter who it is.
He's listening, but it's more a listening akin to trying to understand, or rather understanding but putting things together along with mannerisms. It's a coping mechanism. "You're free now, aren't you? Or is she here?" He's decimated that stew, setting the bowl in the sink. Not that he's doing it, but it's the thank you that he gives to more than no one else so far.
Dito watches as Shigaraki finishes his meal, making a mental note to wash the bowl later as he watches the other man set it into the sink. It's not that Dito is particularly fastidious, but he knows that if he gives into his laziness he'll eventually have a host of vermin to deal with.
His eyes flick to Shigaraki's at the question, but there's nothing in the other man's expression except for a detached interest. It reminds him of Zero, honestly, and not just because they both happen to sport a pair of gorgeous red eyes.
"You would know if an Intoner was here, believe me. One second of hearing her song and everyone would be under her thrall. It's what she did to all the soldiers in her army. Like worker drones serving their disgusting, overfed queen. I don't think even someone with your enormous talents would be able to withstand it."
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Are you inviting me to your home for the evening, Lord Wraith?
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If I had a home, no. I don't stay in one place. I'll figure something out. You can keep calling me that, flattering will get you nowhere.
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That's up to you. I could've killed you any time I wanted and that if I wanted you dead, you would be. Your omen would bitch and I'm not interested in that either.
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[If there was anyone in the world who could get his rocks off to the sound of Private Hudson pussing out in the background, it'd be Dito.]
Like I said, I'm willing to take my chances. Odds are it'll be an entertaining evening at the very least.
[He sends the coordinates to his house in Crenshaw over to Shigaraki, and tells himself that the excited chills running up his legs are just the prospect of this visit once again staving off his ever-present boredom.]
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[Shigaraki takes a little bit to respond after seeing that.]
lol. You're going to make a lot of people shit their pants. This is perfect.
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Shit their pants? Why is that? Do you know a lot of people in Crenshaw or something?
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Still want me to show up?
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I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a deterrent? Honestly, I gathered all that just from watching you fight. You wouldn't be the first white-haired, red-eyed beauty I've encountered who could instill fear in the hearts of men.
It just means there'll probably be no one coming around and bothering us, that's all.
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Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Depends on if they think I'm there to hurt you because I'm going to walk straight down the street, taking every long way just to fuck with them as a teaser trailer.
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I'll come to make sure you're not bsing about the address.
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Maybe if you get here in time there'll be some dinner left over. If that's any incentive at all.
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Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way. I'll get there when I get there.
[Which will be a bit speedier since..... y'know. Food.]
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The warm and heady smell of chicken stew wafts in from the kitchen. Dito's normal hunting attire has been replaced with a more casual shirt with trousers and suspenders, and he lounges supine across the arms of the living room sofa, his nose stuck in a book of Plato's Dialogues. His spear lies within reach against the chair. There's no sound except a steadily ticking clock; the occasional turning of a page.
Is Shigaraki going to announce his presence or simply sneak in like a creeper?]
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If he didn't know Shigaraki was there, which is a possibility, then now he does. But excuse him as he sort of looks to the kitchen, because there's no such thing as home cooking at his non-home.
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It's still unclear whether or not Dito was already aware of his presence, but the slow and easy smile he flashes as he slides catlike off the couch should be a good indication that he expected Shigaraki to arrive, at the very least.
He raises his arms above his head in an indulgent stretch before striding off in the direction of the kitchen, the sheathed spear remaining where it is against the sofa. No shortage of confidence, this one.
"Dinner's on the stove. I've already eaten."
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After a moment or two more of considering if they're both stupid, or both just willing to take the chance, Shigaraki moves into the kitchen after Dito shows him where with that movement. Also, you know, the smell of food. Food he's standing next to, then looking back at Dito over. He should really make him try it first. Then he decides he hasn't eaten well in a while and searches out the utensil to start eating it right there at the stove. He leans against a counter. "This's good."
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"Just something I picked up on my travels. I got sick of going hungry after my mistress kept leaving me only the dregs of the feasts she had her servants prepare. She had an appetite as huge as those funbags of hers, so I often had to fend for myself when it came to meals. Glad to meet a fellow stew-lover, though."
Making Dito a taster wouldn't have worked in the long run for Shigaraki anyway. He's a Vileblood, after all, and poison wouldn't have affected him. Besides, he considers poison to be the coward's way. If he'd really wanted to kill Shigaraki, he would've done so in a battle to the death.
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"She sounds like a bitch." No words minced, next bit of food into his mouth and his turn to shrug. "I like food. This is good food. I like good food even better." The way he chooses to live isn't extravagant and this, to him, sure is. Battles to the death aside, he isn't letting his guard completely down, but he's at least relaxed in what he's doing.
"When you say Mistress, I'm betting you don't mean you willingly signed on to their employment from the way you talk."
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"Hard to say. I don't have a lot of memories of my life before I was added to her collection. I'm assuming those were some sort of hidden price for serving her or something like that. If I did willingly sign on, I'm pretty sure being her official bedwarmer wasn't part of the contract. At least, I hope it wasn't. I'd like to believe past me had some dignity."
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"You were a slave. You can say it, I'm not a baby and neither are you."
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Dito shakes his head with a chuckle.
"Boy, you are not one for foreplay, are you? Just dive right in without any preamble. Not that I'm complaining or anything-- it's a welcome change. Kind of reminds me of someone I know from here."
He settles his full weight against the table with a sigh, crossing his arms casually over his chest. His tone when he speaks again holds less of the lightheartedness it had before.
"But you're right, not to put too fine a point on it. She owned me, body and soul-- in every way a person could be owned. I was her butler, her footman; her concubine.
But honestly? I probably could've dealt with all of that if she just wasn't so fucking irritating. Hearing that throaty croak of hers day in and day out made me seriously consider tearing my ears off."
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He's listening, but it's more a listening akin to trying to understand, or rather understanding but putting things together along with mannerisms. It's a coping mechanism. "You're free now, aren't you? Or is she here?" He's decimated that stew, setting the bowl in the sink. Not that he's doing it, but it's the thank you that he gives to more than no one else so far.
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His eyes flick to Shigaraki's at the question, but there's nothing in the other man's expression except for a detached interest. It reminds him of Zero, honestly, and not just because they both happen to sport a pair of gorgeous red eyes.
"You would know if an Intoner was here, believe me. One second of hearing her song and everyone would be under her thrall. It's what she did to all the soldiers in her army. Like worker drones serving their disgusting, overfed queen. I don't think even someone with your enormous talents would be able to withstand it."
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