[ He doesn't have a motive to get to know Dabi, aside from this tentative friendship between them. He leans against the counter lazily, tilting his head slightly. It certainly works to make him feel like he should reply in turn.

The super secret life of the current number two, something that would never ever see the light of day. ]

We didn't have much food. My parents spent their money on other things. A lot of really sketchy leftovers and I had a pretty good hunting instinct too. [ He's been a scrappy survivor type since he was born, he's not going down that easy. ]

Couldn't even call where we were living a house so... [ He offers a deflecting smile. ] I'm not fancy.