WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

[cartesio]

Third Week

The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.

Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.

Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.

It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Comments

[amburere]

[ The silence is welcome at first, until Dabi realizes Sting has joined him in his newfound pastime. This poor ice cream needs to pass two intimidate checks now, how sad. After a moment where he debates if it would be worth it to make this place actually a sauna, he decides to speak up again. ]

Not the one with the ice quirk, sorry. [ Clearly he's not sorry because he melted the ice cream in the first place, but this is all he's got. ]

[unfashionably]

[ Ice quirk? He doesn't understand what Dabi's getting at, not at first. He stares a little blankly at the ice cream before it dawns on him. When he does, he drops his chin onto his palm. ]

Nah, no worries. Not like it'd taste the same even if someone did freeze it again.

[amburere]

That mean I should just finish melting it? [ If he sounds a bit more lively, it's totally got nothing to do with the prospect of letting his flames loose on the rest of the defenseless ice cream. He never breaks eye contact from the ice cream the entire time. ]

[unfashionably]

Yeah, go ahead. No point leaving it like this now, nobody else is going to eat it like this. [ Still seems like a big waste to him. A second or two passes before he speaks up again. ]

Can you leave the vanilla?

[amburere]

...not a problem. [ Far from the answer he expected, but Dabi isn't going to argue. Blue fire springs to life from his palms up to his shoulders, and he calmly holds both arms over the ice cream cooler. It only takes seconds for the various flavors to melt into soup, sans the vanilla which he purposefully avoids.

Mission accomplished, the flames extinguish and Dabi turns to Sting. There. ]

[unfashionably]

[ Huh. Sting moves closer, peering into the ice cream soup Dabi just created. He wasn't sure one of them could be saved but, hey, he's not gonna complain. ]

Nice. [ He sits back down on his chair and looks back at Dabi. Might as well, there's nothing to watch in front of him anymore. ] Did it help?

[amburere]

Not really. Ice doesn't really burn—just becomes one huge shitty mess. [ The answer is blatantly obvious, but it's spoken with a stronger infection than anything he's said so far. Maybe he's just reached the point to wax poetic about the states water. ]

[unfashionably]

[ Could be. Although it seems more likely he's thinking about the quirk user he mentioned before, the one with the ice. Too bad he's definitely not familiar enough with Dabi or whatever he's got going on to really understand any of this. ]

So why try?

[amburere]

Never really liked goin' along with the rule of law. [ Actual law, the law of thermodynamics, same thing. Kinda. ]

[unfashionably]

You're not the first person I've known who thinks that. [ And if he thinks of it that way, then he doesn't see the harm in trying. Gently, he starts tapping his index finger against the counter. ]

Now that you're done here, you gonna try melting something else?

[amburere]

[ Sting stop trying to rationalize his villainous actions. ]

Don't know 'bout try, never had a problem burning anything before.

[unfashionably]

[ Except for ice. Ice doesn't burn, it melts. You already admitted it...! Thankfully, he doesn't say that. Instead, he leans over the counter again and picks up one of the white spoons you're supposed to use in the ice cream. ]

... Yeah, I guess not. When it comes down to it? Fire is pretty strong. [ As he reminisces, he idly pops the spoon in his mouth and starts chewing it and... then... swallows. ]

[amburere]

Capable of being number one, I know. [ The sequitur is so easily made that he can't help but go there. It's definitely something he doesn't want to linger on (especially today), so he moves on to Sting's alarming eating habits instead. ]

...guess I could have melted the vanilla too.

[unfashionably]

[ He has a mouthful of plastic so he doesn't manage to agree. Though, yeah, he absolutely thinks Natsu is #1. There's no one around quite like him, and that's why Natsu's his idol. If he were here...

... Sting swallows again and points what's left of the spoon at Dabi. ] No way. This? This is just an appetizer. That vanilla is the main course.

[amburere]

[ Another week, another slow blink. ]

So then you always eat plastic, and it's not some stress eating crap. Good to know.

[unfashionably]

[ He pauses and, almost immediately, the grin falls off his face. ]

... Is that obvious?

[amburere]

Even people with eating quirks wouldn't eat garbage. [ So yeah, but there was the small possibility that dragonslayers subsisted off of artificial polymers or something. He's not voicing that though, and just continues to stare at Sting his head tilted downward.

Go on if you want, it's not like he has any real investment, but anything is better than talking about his own clusterfuck this week. ]

[unfashionably]

I've eaten worse. [ Better, too. It was more about the accessibility than the taste or anything else (and frankly, dragon slayers eat some weird shit), but... all right, all right, yeah. He lets out a long sigh. ]

Sorry, man. Didn't mean to make this about me. [ He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. Rather than dragging it out, he might as well just say it. Or... show it? He takes the letter out of his pocket from earlier and slides it toward Dabi. ] It isn't much of a secret, so you don't have to say anythin' about it.

[amburere]

[ Huh. He expected Sting to just keep going on like Hawks, not to actually present him with his actual secret. Well far be it from him to turn down information, he takes the letter and scans it over quickly. ]

...dunno, they could take pointers from this for the sports festival. [ Part disparaging, part a joke, equal parts questionable effort. He slides the letter back, then gets up to fetch something from the counter. Several seconds later he returns with a jar of sprinkles. ]

Least add something edible to the spoons.

[unfashionably]

[ It isn't until Dabi comes back with the sprinkles and sees them that he actually stops and laughs. Takin' that in stride, makin' a joke, and then trying to cheer him up? That's something else and, in a lot of ways, it actually warms his heart.

He can't help but fondly remember Sabertooth as he grins and, while wiping away a tear with one hand, he throws one arm around Dabi's shoulder. There's a squeeze there and, yeah, it's quick, but it's essentially a one-armed hug. The audacity! And then he takes the sprinkles. ]

You're right about that. These things weren't made with "tasty" in mind, but maybe it's time I tried something else. [ Grinning over!! ] Do you want any? Or maybe you can burn the rest after I get a bowl.

[amburere]

[ He really should have seen that hug coming. Toga was a hugger, and he's pretty much been treating Sting like he's a mix of her and Twice (for some reason). Next time he'll be more prepared. Least he doesn't need to tell Sting to get off—his mood definitely would have soured if there was prolong contact.

Staring at Sting and the sprinkles with a blank expression. ]

Pass. Rather burn somethin' else, there's nothing interesting left here. Later. [ Have fun with your white food Sting, he's leaving. And being awfully confused at what transpired here. ]