AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

Comments

[unfashionably]

[ Dabi's voice, here of all places? That's another surprise. He responds to the comment with a grin that's almost as cheerful as he feels. ]

Guess so.

[ But, then it falls from his face and his expression softens. As long as he's here, then... might as well say this. ]

Hey, Dabi?

[amburere]

[ Hey, walking around in the dark of night suits him much better than hanging out an ice cream parlor. ]

What?

[unfashionably]

[ The continuation is exactly what you might expect. ]

Thanks, really... thanks. For everything. [ He didn't get a chance to say it earlier, but you believing in him? It meant a lot. ]

[amburere]

Don't. [ He shoves his hands into his pockets and opts not to explain. ]

I don't like stupidity, and the trial was full of it. They'd do anything to justify their feelings.

[unfashionably]

Yeah? Wonder if that means you think I'm pretty smart.

[ That's what he's hearing and, clearly, that's what Dabi meant. Couldn't mean anything else at all. With a grin, he jogs up and gently slaps Dabi on the back. Or pats him depending on your perspective. After that? He moves away from Dabi again and gives him a cheeky wave. ]

I'll take that compliment. So, thanks for that, too. [ And now he's leaving. Bye, Dabi! ]

[amburere]

[ Just. Stares at Sting as he leaves.

Note to self that Sting is touchy in general. Next time he'll be prepared for sure. ]

[unfashionably]

[ No he won't. ]