[ 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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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.]