[ When he's called sensitive, Tomura reaches out and lightly slaps the back of Dito's head, before pulling him in with a curl of his arm around his head, like he was going to get him in a headlock, but instead he makes a groaning noise and presses his teeth to the top of Dito's head. It's affectionate okay, like he wants to just eat him up~ ]
I could just fucking murder you sometimes, y'know that, Dito.
Fine. I'll do all the work, shall I? I'll come up with the idea, pick the place and take the lead, huh?
[ With that said, he gave Dito a squeeze, kissing his temple before shoving him away and shaking his head. ]
[Shigaraki often treated him like this, random acts of halted aggression that stopped short of being truly painful. It was leaps and bounds better than Five's egregious embraces and kisses, and Dito had grown to look forward to it every time it happened. Perhaps that was why he needled the other man so constantly. Not that he gave it much thought-- Shigaraki had always been fun to tease.
He twisted his mouth in a mock scowl, making a show of combing his hair back into place with his fingers.]
Yes, yes-- you're a bastion of generosity, taking time out of your oh-so-busy schedule to accommodate my needs. Not like this was your idea to begin with or anything.
[He exits the treehouse as Shigaraki opens the door for him, dispensing with the rope ladder entirely in favor of sliding down the tree's wall. Dito wasn't one for showmanship under normal circumstances, but sometimes he had an audience that called for it. He glances back at Shigaraki, an amused glint in his gold eyes.]
[ Yea, it had taken Shigaraki a while to realise he could act like this with Dito and that Dito actually liked it. He knew about his relationship with Five, knew that sometimes he could trigger him with acts of violence or dominance, so when he playfully bites at him or nips him, punches him, then kisses him, the fact that Dito can tell its done from a place of actual affection means a lot to him.
Oh just look at him fix his hair like that… Fuck. But it just makes him want to do it more. ]
Uh-huh, just you remember it too.
[ Shigaraki smiled, he couldn’t not. Watching as Dito made his exit, and whistling a sound of approval at him before climbing down like a normal person would. He pressed a hand to Dito’s head, ruffling the hair he’s only just fixed before walking on ahead of him. ]
You piece of-- stop doing that! My hair's hard enough to manage as it is!
[It wasn't a real reaction, not entirely. More and more Dito found himself playing up his annoyed reactions, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Shigaraki wasn't like Five, after all-- he wasn't someone to be appeased or disarmed. It just felt... right, somehow, to play the clown just a little bit. To see Shigaraki smile at him the way he was doing now. It wasn't rational, but things were rarely rational when Shigaraki was involved.
The trek to Stellari was mostly uneventful. The worst they had to deal with were the looks of distrust and dislike from the denizens, but they largely gave the both of them a wide berth. Dito ignored them-- it wasn't his fault they put too much stock in a weak god. A slight tugging vertigo overcame him as he stepped inside the portal, and suddenly they were surrounded by cityfolk of an entirely different sort. Dragonkin sidestepped them on their way to market with only the briefest of glances. Shopkeepers called out to passersby, hoping to entice them into their stores. Dito uttered a wordless sound of protest as he was jostled by a particularly large crowd of youngsters as they rushed past.]
D'ah! Of fucking course we have to end up here at the busiest time of the day. Let's just find a place to eat quick before we're trampled, yeah?
[ Shigaraki liked it, the way Dito played up around him. He was attracted to their hyper violence, to their sarcasm and skill when fighting, but if truth be told, one thing he loved most about his little disciple was his way with words. Be it his silver tongue or the vulgar ways he described death and destruction, Shigaraki loves it. So any excuse to make him chatty was good in his books and the way he was complaining about the crowds simply fed into Shigaraki's addiction. ]
Want me to carry you?
[ He said, with a shit eating grin on his face, extending his arms as he walked backwards for a few paces, the kids and crowds of people having to avoid him instead.
The place he wanted to eat at was just a few streets away; it looked less busy than near the portal and city centre, so he was sure Dito would settle once they got there. But the temptation to steer them towards the direction of a seafood restaurant just to see the reaction from him was almost too hard to deny... So that's what he did.
Stopping outside of the place where the signage swaying in the breeze, an image of a lobster on the painting. ]
[Again, there was no real malice behind his words. Just another one of the little games they played. Dito watched as Shigaraki walked backwards, his face and demeanor filled with confidence that the crowd would part for him like the waters of the Red Sea.
The Disciple barely took notice of the people milling about, his eyes focused on the grin that was now plastered across Shigaraki's face. He seemed to be in one of his rare lighthearted moods, and Dito wasn't sure why until he realized the man had suddenly stopped outside of a restaurant. A restaurant with a very distinct sign and very distinct smells wafting from inside.
Dito felt his mouth twist in exasperation, and he gave Shigaraki a particularly acidic glare.]
You shittin' me right now? Has your brain finally rotted away from that fucking Quirk of yours?
[He knew that Shigaraki was doing this on purpose, and it didn't occur to him that he didn't have to take the bait. Again, it just seemed right to play these sorts of games with him, though Dito would be hard pressed to explain why he continued to indulge him like this. He would never admit it even to himself, but it was fun playing up his curmudgeonly attitude. Just a little bit, anyway. If it was Shigaraki on the receiving end.]
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I could just fucking murder you sometimes, y'know that, Dito.
Fine. I'll do all the work, shall I? I'll come up with the idea, pick the place and take the lead, huh?
[ With that said, he gave Dito a squeeze, kissing his temple before shoving him away and shaking his head. ]
C'mon then, before I change my mind.
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He twisted his mouth in a mock scowl, making a show of combing his hair back into place with his fingers.]
Yes, yes-- you're a bastion of generosity, taking time out of your oh-so-busy schedule to accommodate my needs. Not like this was your idea to begin with or anything.
[He exits the treehouse as Shigaraki opens the door for him, dispensing with the rope ladder entirely in favor of sliding down the tree's wall. Dito wasn't one for showmanship under normal circumstances, but sometimes he had an audience that called for it. He glances back at Shigaraki, an amused glint in his gold eyes.]
Waitin' on you, Tee.
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Oh just look at him fix his hair like that… Fuck. But it just makes him want to do it more. ]
Uh-huh, just you remember it too.
[ Shigaraki smiled, he couldn’t not. Watching as Dito made his exit, and whistling a sound of approval at him before climbing down like a normal person would. He pressed a hand to Dito’s head, ruffling the hair he’s only just fixed before walking on ahead of him. ]
C’mon, keep up if you can, yeah?
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[It wasn't a real reaction, not entirely. More and more Dito found himself playing up his annoyed reactions, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Shigaraki wasn't like Five, after all-- he wasn't someone to be appeased or disarmed. It just felt... right, somehow, to play the clown just a little bit. To see Shigaraki smile at him the way he was doing now. It wasn't rational, but things were rarely rational when Shigaraki was involved.
The trek to Stellari was mostly uneventful. The worst they had to deal with were the looks of distrust and dislike from the denizens, but they largely gave the both of them a wide berth. Dito ignored them-- it wasn't his fault they put too much stock in a weak god. A slight tugging vertigo overcame him as he stepped inside the portal, and suddenly they were surrounded by cityfolk of an entirely different sort. Dragonkin sidestepped them on their way to market with only the briefest of glances. Shopkeepers called out to passersby, hoping to entice them into their stores. Dito uttered a wordless sound of protest as he was jostled by a particularly large crowd of youngsters as they rushed past.]
D'ah! Of fucking course we have to end up here at the busiest time of the day. Let's just find a place to eat quick before we're trampled, yeah?
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Want me to carry you?
[ He said, with a shit eating grin on his face, extending his arms as he walked backwards for a few paces, the kids and crowds of people having to avoid him instead.
The place he wanted to eat at was just a few streets away; it looked less busy than near the portal and city centre, so he was sure Dito would settle once they got there. But the temptation to steer them towards the direction of a seafood restaurant just to see the reaction from him was almost too hard to deny... So that's what he did.
Stopping outside of the place where the signage swaying in the breeze, an image of a lobster on the painting. ]
Alright, this'll do.
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[Again, there was no real malice behind his words. Just another one of the little games they played. Dito watched as Shigaraki walked backwards, his face and demeanor filled with confidence that the crowd would part for him like the waters of the Red Sea.
The Disciple barely took notice of the people milling about, his eyes focused on the grin that was now plastered across Shigaraki's face. He seemed to be in one of his rare lighthearted moods, and Dito wasn't sure why until he realized the man had suddenly stopped outside of a restaurant. A restaurant with a very distinct sign and very distinct smells wafting from inside.
Dito felt his mouth twist in exasperation, and he gave Shigaraki a particularly acidic glare.]
You shittin' me right now? Has your brain finally rotted away from that fucking Quirk of yours?
[He knew that Shigaraki was doing this on purpose, and it didn't occur to him that he didn't have to take the bait. Again, it just seemed right to play these sorts of games with him, though Dito would be hard pressed to explain why he continued to indulge him like this. He would never admit it even to himself, but it was fun playing up his curmudgeonly attitude. Just a little bit, anyway. If it was Shigaraki on the receiving end.]