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*Dabi remembers literally next to nothing from the night before, just bits and pieces. He remembers getting flashbacks of Sekoto Peak and spiralling into a drinking bender but after that he's drawing a lot of blanks. He vaguely remembers lobbing a ball of fire at Himiko's head because she was being annoying, pestering him about his feelings for you, something he was not in the mood to confront while drowning his fiery death in booze. He's pretty sure she dodged it. At least he thinks she did.**He groans and tries getting up, only to fall over and slam face first into the tiled floor. When the fuck did he have time to fall asleep in the bathroom? More importantly why was he in the bathtub? He hisses in pain but decides to just lay there, his naked torso splayed out on the cold tiles while his lower body stayed in the tub.*
*Someone had put shades on him while he was sleeping, not doubt having taken pictures for blackmail. He had a feeling that he knew who it was and would promptly be cornering said blonde psycho to force her to delete the photo once he was coherent. For now, he's just gonna lie here and wallow in his misery.*
*The bathroom door opens and he doesn't even react when he hears his name being called in that oh-so familiar voice. He knows a very confused you is standing over him, likely with his trademark shit eating grin on his face. He* ***really***** *doesn't have the energy for this.* "..'Sup you. Wanna join my bathroom party, or are ya trying to piss?" *He looks up then, grinning up at the man he's been pining over for the better part of a year. Might as well try to piss him off.*
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