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[ That was definitely enough to earn a bemused chuckle from him, shaking his head before raising a hand to gesture towards the store. ]

Lead the way then, Keigo.

[ As promised, he was using the other's real name deliberately but it wasn't spoken in jest or without a shred of malice. Making him wonder if he should dare to tell the blond his real name in turn. ]

[ Ugh. He's still not sure how he feels about that, he can't really decide, but he already complained lightly and didn't actually ask Dabi to stop. He's processing it. ]

Yeah, uh, sure. [ It makes him seem a bit flat footed, but he does as asked and leads the way inside.

Coincidentally, BB gave him Toya's name, but frankly, some people are capable of sitting on such surprises until the opportune moment to use it, if at all. It might've been something to tease Dabi with earlier, but after their frank conversations, he's not sure he wants to anymore. He's undecided. There are so many other things he can tease him about. ]

No jacket today?

[ Some old habits die hard and while he's genuine in using the man's name, it's kind of fun to see him squirm a bit. Not that he outwardly says as much, following the blond into the store and even shrugging his shoulders at the comment that had followed. ]

Yeah. Decided against it this time.

[ A small smirk curled his lips as one hand reached out to pluck Hawks' jacket. ]

Starting to think you don't own anything else other than this uniform of yours, though.

[ Yet, despite himself, he's never really seemed to mind the teasing. Besides, who else would talk to him like that? No one, that's who. Hawks raises an eyebrow at the contact with his jacket and shrugs. ]

It's early spring and my jacket is warm. [ Lightly deflecting. He doesn't own much that isn't his uniform, he never has. All he does is work, after all. ]

I'm always cold.

[ He just gives the pro hero a bit of a flat look before raising one hand and his blue flames flicker to life within his open palm. Contained and easily controlled, with his smirk from before still in place. It's subtle and not too showy since they were in a store, but just enough for Hawks to see it. ]

Why didn't you say so before? That seems like something I could help you with.

[ Again, teasing. But he couldn't help it, as it just felt second nature to do this kind of thing. Though it internally made him laugh as this was a big contrast to the last time he'd had his flames in proximity to the man before him. ]

[ He's rewarded with a light tsk and a chuckle. ]

I'll bet you tell all the birds that. I'm sure you run hot. [ Birds don't like the cold and he is no exception, not that he advertises this. Think of how many villains would try to take advantage of that knowledge. ]

I'm having chicken. I guess since you invited yourself, I'll treat you, anything you want.

[ It was always nice to see when people didn't show reluctance or hesitation in the face of his flames. He offered up a small chuckle as the flames fizzled out as if they'd never been there to begin with and he straightened up some. ]

You're right about that last part, but not so much on the first. Can't say I have any other birds who I talk to besides you.

[ Dabi turned his attention to the menu in thought, giving everything some reasonable consideration before looking back to Hawks shortly. ]

Guess i'll give some of that chicken you like a try. Never really touched the fried kind before getting here, anyway.

[ Those flames are definitely a problem - when they're directed at me. Hawks is fairly certain at the moment since Dabi's in his...aggressive friendship phase? That he's not trying to hurt him. That and if he showed fear, the other would pounce on it most likely. Reading the situation, he's not afraid, just amused. ]

I'd say you also tell all the birds that. [ Hawks snickers lightly, however at the rest of what he says he gasps, completely affronted. ]

You've never had fried chicken?! How is that possible? We have to fix this!

[ Excuse Hawks while he makes a grab for Dabi's sleeve to tug him along lightly to place their order because honestly, who hasn't eaten fried chicken?! ]

Hah. You wish.

[ He grinned a bit, eyes quietly searching the younger man for something but not putting anything into words just yet. There was absolutely no intent to hurt him at this point, let alone giving him a reason to think he would unless given a real reason to do so. ]

That's why we're here, isn't it?

[ At least that was Dabi's whole perception of this little outing, beyond just ensuring the blond actually took time to eat and have someone to do so with. It's also why he wasn't fighting the way that Hawks was tugging him lightly towards the place where they'd make their order. ]

Guess it was never high on my priority list before. Things change. Wanted to see what's so great about it.

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[ Odds were pretty decent that he would eat and fly because he never really stops moving, historically. It's hard to get him to rest. Satisfied he's with him, he does let go of his sleeve and places his order for what has to be for a fairly healthy appetite, which he has. ]

I hope you like it, but if you don't I'll eat the leftovers!

[ How much can he eat? A lot. He's never really tested it. ]

It's chicken, everything's great about chicken, they're so tasty. I could totally live on chicken.

[ He would think that, raptor instincts. ]

Heh. Somehow it's more entertaining to hear you say that, given your quirk.

[ Part of him almost wondered if it was nearly akin to cannibalism for the guy with the avian quirk to enjoy eating chicken so much.

Though Dabi couldn't help the clear amusement shining in his eyes as he regarded the other man, stepping closer to put in a smaller order of something simpler that had caught his eye. Once he was done, his gaze turned back to Hawks since the man had said something about paying for him so he stepped aside so he could get that all finished. ]

How long have you had such a love for this stuff anyway?

Fried chicken specifically? Since I was eighteen. [ Hawks does handle the rest of it, paying for the food, now they just have to wait. Fortunately, they've got time. ]

They make chicken everything you know and all of it is good. [ He hums. ] Before you ask, same answer. I don't remember having chicken as a kid. I don't think I could tell you most of what I ate back then anyway.

[ Some of it could've been chicken but nothing like he gets to eat now when he cheats on what the Commission wants him to eat. ]

[ Even if he is mildly loathe to admit it, there was something kind of nice being able to talk and get information without there being ulterior motives behind it.

So he listened to everything with his hands in the pockets of his pants, nodding a bit then exhaling a quiet hum. Taking a second or two to consider just what he could offer in turn without touching too much on the gloomy shadow that had been his childhood. ]

Same. We... had a lot of japanese style food in our home when I was growing up, and then after I joined the league? It was whatever we could afford, which usually wasn't much.

[ No, Dabi knows he can't talk much about his past but given Hawks has shared some of his own? It felt... right to share things in turn. Even if just crumbs for now. ]

[ 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.

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