( He can't help it— the look makes him smile, as thin and performatively charming as it always is. )
It's not that I wouldn't—
( He wants that clear. To say as much would be blatantly untrue, and it's not that he's against lying, but he feels that it might add to his credibility to admit this much. He steps away for a moment, crouching near the edge of his bed to reach beneath it. After some scrambling around, he pulls out an empty jar and hands it to Dabi. )
It's that I haven't. I do find it quite fascinating, but I wouldn't know where to begin. I think I may have a few ideas, though, but— do me a favor and cough into that when you need to, if you wouldn't mind.
( He. Doesn't have to do that. But Esi wants samples? )
Did it come on gradually, or all at once? And has it worsened since it began?
( As much as he enjoys seeing Dabi impatient, he doesn't want to draw this out too long. So he is already thinking of what he can do to fix this. And he has an idea. ...It's just a matter of convincing, maybe. )
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It's not that I wouldn't—
( He wants that clear. To say as much would be blatantly untrue, and it's not that he's against lying, but he feels that it might add to his credibility to admit this much. He steps away for a moment, crouching near the edge of his bed to reach beneath it. After some scrambling around, he pulls out an empty jar and hands it to Dabi. )
It's that I haven't. I do find it quite fascinating, but I wouldn't know where to begin. I think I may have a few ideas, though, but— do me a favor and cough into that when you need to, if you wouldn't mind.
( He. Doesn't have to do that. But Esi wants samples? )
Did it come on gradually, or all at once? And has it worsened since it began?
( As much as he enjoys seeing Dabi impatient, he doesn't want to draw this out too long. So he is already thinking of what he can do to fix this. And he has an idea. ...It's just a matter of convincing, maybe. )