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โ €โ € huh ? ( his scratching actually pauses for a minute. the hand falls completely when a warmer one makes contact with his head. it falls to his lap, the both of them settle there. he hums and tries to push his head toward touch while keeping โ €โ €
โ € ( blink. blink, blink. just what the hell is he supposed to do in a situation like this? it's becoming increasingly clear that tomura's mind is elsewhere. his past, probably. he must have had a dog when he was younger. โ €
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โ €โ € he didn't need to be so careful. he doesn't know what the hell he should be doing, right ? and yet .. ) maybe busy .. later, i guess. that's okay. later .. promise. ( he repeats the idea with a hum, obviously liking that more than his own. that, and something else for โ €
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โ €โ € someone else. even with the telltale disappointment evident on his face, he at least feels better enough to suddenly reach his hands up, palms toward dabi, fingers outstretched. another expectant blink. blink. ) โ €โ €
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โ €โ € uh .. ( his other hand reaches for his face, rubbing hard at his eyes with a closed fist. he stands like that for ... hell, maybe a minute before he's lowering himself to the ground. it starts as a crouch, furrowed expression painted โ €โ €
โ € ( out the door they go, where he finally sees some sort of realisation settle in the other. or, well ... not quite. there's still uncertainty in his gaze, some confusion when he glances down too. โ €
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โ €โ € across features as he waits for something that doesn't come. then lowering himself some more until he ends up sitting on the floor, legs sitting straight out in front of him. the hand at his neck has yet to cease the itching. ) usually 's all i have to do .. โ €โ €
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โ €โ € 'nd mon's ready for his walk. he gets really excited, so i don't know .. ( it looks as though he's fighting the drooping of eyelids as he speaks. ) maybe i did something. โ €โ € โ €โ €
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โ €โ € ( expression shifts, offering a faint smile when dabi stops arguing with him and instead joins him. that was nice. he gives a little nod, one that makes messy hair no better off, and steps through that door. again, it's careful, not with a heavy foot. ) โ €โ €
โ € ( jesus fucking christ. alright. well, he may not know what the hell this is all about, but he's not stupid. sitting up fully, a hand rubs at his eye, before sighing out. ) alright, you damn freak. i'll come with you. โ €
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โ €โ € ( but once he's through, he stops. something's immediately off, even if he can't pinpoint exactly what that is. one of his hands lifts, index and middle fingers scratching at the skin of his throat. ) i don't .. ( he stares off, another slow blink given. then โ €โ €
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โ €โ € ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ .แŸ ( he finally turns his head so he can glare back at dabi, a pout on his lips. he shakes his head, about a second away from stomping his god damn foot. he probably should just go back go bed. ) he likes to go some mornings and in the afternoons, โ €โ €
โ € ( cue yet another blink. then another. he's not exactly making a lot of sense. sitting up once again, both his brows raise as he stares. ) we don't own a dog. s'only ... toga's stupid cat. come the fuck back to bed, will you? โ €
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โ €โ € it's just for a little bit, staying in here is just ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ. i'm going .แŸ i, uhm ... mm. ( slow blink. blinks. heavy. ) โ €โ €
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โ €โ € after the scratching it's the barking 'nd that's only okay for a little while. so .. walk. ( jiggling at the doorknob again, but he's making it difficult with the weight he has pressed to the door. oh. right. straightening up. ) โ €โ €
โ € ( blink. head lifts once more, brow raising slowly. he's so totally out of it, that much is somewhat obvious. ) the hell are you talkin' about. โ €
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โ €โ € ( he pauses for just a moment, head falling forward against the door before he has the chance to pull it open. thunk. he sighs, the sound soft but loud at the same time. ) going before the scratching starts. โ €โ €
โ € ( a hand lifts to rub at his eye, flopping back down against the pillow with a yawn. long limbs splay out, staring at the ceiling as digits absentmindedly scratch at his stomach. ) y're still half asleep. โ €
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โ €โ € ( a hand finally finds the doorknob. it takes a second. the fabric over his fingers makes his grip slip. just another moment or so and he's got it. he sniffs, then turns his head to rub his face against his shoulder. ) out. โ €โ €
โ € ( he barely sits up against an arm, watching tomura shuffle off like he's a hundred years old and still half asleep. blink. ) where the hell are you going? come back to bed. โ €
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โ €โ € shuddup ... ( grumbling as he starts to peel himself back up, able to use the complete support of hands. one of them presses to his back when he straightens up, groaning. whatever, it was fine. he gives a dismissive wave of a hand ad he steps to the door. careful steps, โ €
โ € what's y'rโ€” ( wheeze. ) โ€”problem? ( hand rubs at his stomach, blinking himself awake just in time to watch tomura eat shit. ha. ) serves you right. โ €
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โ €โ € quiet, barely lifting feet off of the floor at all. he's almost running right into it as if he hasn't yet opened his eyes. ) ah, crap .. โ €โ €
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โ €โ € hmph .. ( up and over .. jabbing him some more, most likely. andโ€”โ€” oh. oh, fuck. his foot does not find the ground, falling down against the floor instead. ) owโ€”uhh. โ €โ €
โ € ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜งโ€” ( just got elbowed in the kidney. awesome. ) wh'th'fuck ... * ๐ŸŒ€ โ €
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