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Dabi took another good look at his human, at the stubborn set of a sharp jaw and angry furrow of bushy brows and decided to leave all the food to Keigo to deal with. They went through those arguments enough. It was moot to point out Keigo could come and go as he pleased, hang out with whoever he wanted and do whatever he wished. “No,” Keigo crossed his arms in front of himself and leant back in the chair, “you’re more on the evil, kidnapping side.” “Neither am I a Greek god.” Dabi snarked, letting his glamour flicker for only a moment, but enough to put genuine fear in those beloved golden eyes of his. He was eyeing the chicken with interest, but didn’t make a move to join Dabi at the island. “What does it matter? You’re not a Japanese yokai.” Keigo snorted and sat up in the chair, the skirts bunching between his splayed-wide legs. He probably wouldn’t be joining Keigo for dinner again, which meant some of his shopping had to go in the fridge. “Shouldn’t you at least compare yourself to a Japanese hero?” He sighed, a little dejected, straightening up and frowning at the bags of food. I will be your Persephone, oh monstrous Hades.” Keigo tipped his head back, exposing the length of his throat and Dabi almost forgot to be hurt at the epithet used. Dabi wanted to sink to his knees and press kisses from the graceful arch of his foot up to the very top of his head, but that wasn’t in the books for now. Keigo was beautiful and he only made it more apparent with the light dress and the way he was stretching his lithe body. “Peace with what?” Dabi leant forward on his underarms, watching the display with obvious pleasure. Dabi ticked his eyebrow up, but didn’t react otherwise and that prompted another sigh before Keigo spoke. “Do I need to ask?” He drawled, unpacking his bags unhurriedly while Keigo let out another one of his soul-searching sighs, putting the back of his hand to his forehead in the ancient display of despair. Dabi mentally checked the wine cabinet and the fridge, but it didn’t seem that the man found the stash of alcohol just yet. A sigh, loud and dramatic, enough of a call for attention it had him shaking his head with amusement.Ĭlick of his fingers and the lights turned on, illuminating Keigo’s figure, stretched out on the rocking chair by the fireplace, draped in some light fabric and adorned with a flower crown of all things.
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Putting the paper bags full of aromatic chicken down on the kitchen counter, Dabi loosened his tie and popped the first button of his shirt open. As an argument, it didn’t really work on Keigo, who thought methods like those shouldn’t be used on anyone else either.)
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(To be fair, he didn’t know Keigo was who he was collecting from until the moment the dogs caught up to the man, otherwise he would have been a little gentler. Clearly, he was still in the doghouse for the whole hellhound chase.
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It didn’t sound like he the man was asleep, but the lights in all the rooms were off. Just a low volume of television playing and Keigo’s breathing. He stepped into the condo carefully, but his senses couldn’t detect any threats or extra presence in the apartment. Juggling a bag of takeout with his phone and his keys, Dabi raised his eyebrow as the door creaked open silently, having been previously unlocked.