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Chisaki looked at the diagram.
“So, what do you think?”
He looked at Dabi, hovering closely at the table where he’d burst into his kitchen just moments prior. Chisaki never liked it when Dabi looked excited. It usually meant things were about to go sideways, and the last time it had ended up with him in the ER.
Chisaki still couldn’t look at the fangs peeking out from the Mer’s mouth without shuddering.
“What do I think of this diagram of your scales?”
Dabi scoffed. “No, it’s my tattoos.”
“Your tattoos,” he echoed, feeling nervous.
“I want you to tattoo my scales,” the Mer was nodding now. He slapped his arm before pulling it, and Chisaki was yet again mesmerized by the shimmering reflections it gave off. “This feels naked, I don’t like it.”
“That’s because it’s your bare arm,” he pointed out.
“But it’s boring,” he pouted, “make it pretty.”
Dabi leaned over the diagram, practically splaying over his counter before looking up from his bangs.
“Please?” Chisaki looked from where the design flowed over his arms, and he could feel the gears turning in his mind as he considered how long it would take. Chisaki loved Dabi no matter what, usually incredibly into every interspecies whim the Mer gave him.
As it was, he rarely said no to his stupid fish. “Okay, then.”
He expected the excited noises and hyperactive trilling Dabi gave off when Chisaki said yes to him.
He didn’t expect the Mer to shift in his kitchen, tail flowing out and knocking everything from his counter onto the floor.
Dabi turned around in Chisaki’s arms to look down. “I can clean that up.”
But not before Chisaki forced him to stay still while he compared the sketches to see just how long it would take.