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Onomatopizza is running a special right now on their new "meatzza" for half price. Which is still expensive but it's really good, so

[witness its majesty tbqh]

[What the hell is that thing even?

It's barely a pizza.

It looks disgusting.

He needs it.]

Hey, if you say it's good, who am I to say otherwise? Pick one up, meet me, we'll split it and make up the cost through moonlacing.

[RIGHT? You get it, Dante. Honestly Shouto's been fascinated by it for weeks now but even though he could probably devour a whole one on his own, it seems like the kind of thing that'd be better with someone else helping out. Also less likely to kill you. Also also, expensive even at half price, and he doesn't exactly have a ton of chroma to spare.]

Sounds like a plan. What's your address?

[This is a miracle of culinary crazy, and Dante feels like he's missing out of he doesn't try it. So he figures that if nothing else, he's also not very liquid at the moment, and any food is good food when someone else is bringing it over.]

Sending it now.

[Dante sends his unit number and the basic housing address he moved into when he arrived soon after.]

Be there soon.

[What even is the point of weird alien multiversal crossroads if not to eat everything you can?? Shouto was already pretty food-motivated, he's a growing boy. Cordis just made it worse honestly. And that pizza looks both horrifying and enticing.

Fortunately, Dante's building isn't that far from Shouto's, who is also still in his starter apartment with approximately two pieces of furniture that weren't standard issue, because what is spending chroma on unnecessary things. Which means it's all of half an hour at the most before there's a knock on the door, and a red-and-white-haired teenager standing outside in a well-worn blue hoodie and jeans, the heather-grey t-shirt underneath featuring some pretty unique distressing (i.e. holes and what are clearly tooth and claw marks) around the neck.]

See ya.

[Dante doesn't really bother getting ready for company. What's the point? They're sharing a pizza, it's not like he has anyone to impress right now or anything. And even if he did, the place is nice enough considering the circumstances.

Dante's apartment is oddly decorated, with as many dark tones and bachelor pad worthy items as possible. He has one very comfortable dark red couch, a dark galaxy theme on the walls that moves and changes slowly, and dim lighting to compliment his moods. A pool table is on the other side, albeit one that needs quite a bit of repair, and a dartboard is on the wall.

At least it's clean. That's a small blessing. When Shouto knocks, Dante sends another text while he rifles through the fridge for a drink.]

The door's unlocked.

[Once Shouto enters, he gets appraised by Dante and he raises an eyebrow at the hoodie.] Looks like you've been had a hell of a time. [He raises a bottle.] Beer, soda, or water?

[At the text, Shouto shrugs and steps through the door, toeing off his sneakers by the doorway out of habit and taking a curious look around the apartment. The couch looks comfortable, and the walls are pretty cool; he's been considering that orb Lumi's got in the Ware Wolf shop for something similar. The idea of being able to just immerse himself in a starry night or the ocean in his apartment is actually kind of a nice one. It's a little dark in here, but honestly the dim lighting doesn't bother him that much.

Moving the rest of the way in, Shouto doesn't seem at all phased by Dante's appraisal, doing the same in return. Jackpot or whatever his name is is tall, well-built, attractive like almost all the other Moonblessed are, in that way he's still not sure what to do about it but is learning to shrug, accept, and move on with his life. He's got almost a head on Shouto, it looks like, even with as tall as Shouto is, and he's definitely at least a few years older.]

Water's fine. I'm sixteen.

[Not like that's stopped teenagers before in any reality from drinking, but hey. May as well be honest about it. Sitting the box that looks like nothing so much as a cake box of brown cardboard down on the counter, he finally processes the rest of that statement and what it's supposed to mean, looking down at his shirt and tugging at the very worn shoulder.]

I guess--my friend turned into a fox this last triple moon, and he really liked my shirts. I can still wear them, so I figured it wasn't a big deal. Where do you wanna eat?

[To be honest, this isn't even his apartment originally. He grabbed one, found out it was occupied after shooting it full of bullet holes when the feathers were coming through the vents, had a roommate for a couple of days, and hasn't seen the person since the dude left on a beer run. So he's just enjoying it short term, until he can get his shop purchased.

It's going to happen. Sooner than later. He's determined.

Dante doesn't mind the look over. Shouto is a little young for his tastes, as a rule anyway. Not that they're far apart in age at all. The young man is attractive enough despite his youthfulness, with striking hair that looks dyed but Dante can't smell the color on him. It's amusing, he thought that people were unique in his home, but here? It's way more interesting.]

Water it is.

[Dante wouldn't have stopped him from having a beer. If he's old enough to get dragged here for semi-forced contact in the name of survival he's old enough for some booze. But Dante hands over a bottle anyway, one of store brands locally, and leans against the counter to look at the box.

It smells so good. In a greasy, heavy, awful way.] Yeah, might as well keep it as long as you can wear them. [He gestures at an absolutely battered looking red coat that's hanging on a chair nearby.] Let's eat on the couch. [It's really the only spot save for the floor. And Dante moves over, flopping down heavily. This thing gets some serious wear and tear with him.]

[Also a legitimate method, honestly. He's just glad Izuku hadn't moved in with him, or vice versa, before he'd disappeared. It was easier if he'd never shared the space with anyone else. Of course, he also literally has done no decorating besides swapping his bed for a futon and getting some fluffy pillows to lay in front of the window for optimal Cordis catnapping, but still. At least this place looks pretty cool.

And so does that coat, honestly. He could never wear an outfit like that, pants like that--he needs more range of movement--but Dante wears them well. How did this place just end up bringing weirdly attractive people in??

Taking the bottle of water in one hand and the pizza monstrosity in the other, Shouto follows Dante back out to the couch, sitting down more casually and putting the box between them, one leg curled up under him as he lifts the lid. Honestly it's like the thing is singing in cheese and grease.]

You want the first...I don't know, do we even call it a slice??

[It's not that Dante is opposed entirely to having a roommate. He's just not very used to having to share spaces, and before he got adjusted to having someone else around they were gone. So for now, he'll enjoy the spot and leave it for someone else to have when he's well set up with his own hunter's base of operations.

He's taking the pool table and couch though. He's not handing those over for free.

Dante stares as Shouto lifts the lid like the act is something amazing, and when he gets to see the pizza(?) it's almost like they're opening Pandora's box. It's horrific. It's even heavier looking and less attractive than the promotional picture.] I don't know if this even qualifies as a pizza.

[Dante grabs a piece with both hands, and almost immediately regrets it. It's dripping onto his gloves. Some of the toppings bail too, so he takes a bite fast.

Down the hatch.

God, it's gross and amazing and fantastic.]

Edited 2020-03-26 03:52 (UTC)

[Sharing spaces when you're not used to it is definitely an adjustment. Shouto hadn't thought he'd gotten used to the dorms after just a few months, but, well. It was kind of weird being on his own again. But hey, at least Dante's got a cool place. And he should definitely keep the couch. If it survives this.

If any of them survive this, honestly. It's horrifying, but kind of amazing.]

Whatever it is, may as well, since it's here--

[And that's Shouto following suit. God, it really is a mess. So much cheese and toppings, the bread is barely an afterthought, just some way to hold it all together, and yet he can't stop eating.

It takes them surprisingly less time to finish than he expected, and yet it still felt like hours. He's too full to move, but hey, they've defeated the thing. Stretching, he groans a little, flopping back against the couch.]

Ugh. I can't believe I did that...If I die here, tell someone to feed my cat.

[Priorities, okay.]

[Even with such a big couch, when Dante stretches out they're against each other a little. Dante doesn't care, while he doesn't desperately search out contact, even with the promise of moonlacing attached, he doesn't mind it either.

And it feels nice, in a weird way. Just that they're close and full and there's something easy going in the feel of the contact.]

You're not gonna die. But you might have to be wheeled out. [He's stuffed, lazily lounging now.] You got a cat?

[The brush of a shoulder against his own isn't a bad feeling, and he doesn't mind the weight or nearness of Dante at all. In fact, the tiny thread of moonlacing might be good for the way he's feeling now, completely stuffed and about to pass out.

He does manage to perk up just a little when Dante asks about his cat, though, as any true pet parent does.]

Yeah, her name's Elizabeth. Wanna see her?

[Of course he's got pictures. He's got so many pictures. It's a little ridiculous.]

[It's dumb, and cozy, and kind of too close for Dante's tastes. Not that he doesn't like it, but he's so unused to friends that aren't work related or trying to hurt him.

It'll take some getting used to.]

Yeah, let's see the girl.

[He's more excited than he really wants to admit to being. He never really had pets growing up.]

[Well, get used to it Dante, he's not going anywhere any time soon. Not with this food coma coming. Pulling out his phone is about as much as he can manage, scrolling through a camera reel that seems to be full of nothing but pictures of food and a cat that seems like nothing but fluff and blue eyes, dark-tipped ears and dusky paws and a single dark patch around one eye that seems to mimic the scar of her owner.]

This is Elizabeth. I found her on the street back in December, she was a baby and it was freezing out. I never had a pet before, but I've been figuring it out. And she seems happy.

[Is he smiling sappily at his phone? Yes, yes he is.]

That's her? [Dante doesn't even know what to feel at first. He tries to keep away from things that are domestic and normal, not because he particularly hates them, but because back home he lives such a dangerous life. While he's not the most responsible person, his reasons for avoiding pets are more because of the fear of some demon killing it than any lack of desire for the responsibility.

Not that he's particularly craving responsibility, but pets are special anyway. And it just kind of adds to the warm and easy feeling to be allowed to see someone's cat.] She's cute. You two match, huh? [He notices that eye mark.]

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