“… -sigh-, Forgot you can control gasses. Didn’t expect you to turn my own quirk against me. Well played sir or ma’am.”
… Dabi how tf do you have the time to worry about misgendering her-; I mean sure you can’t quite tell yet, but still- ._.
“… Well, go right ahead. Do your little speech before you go ahead and stab my neck, I bet you have an entire paragraph written out.”
Oh that was a bad fucking move. A bad, fucking, move. Pure, unadulterated hatred filled her eyes, as she scowled, letting out a strained angry noise-like she couldn't make anything louder or longer- the smoke wrapped itself higher around him-filling his throat and choking him. He couldn't fucking breathe he couldn't talk-he was actually going to die.
Now, he was a bit worried.. like he said earlier, he wasn’t scared of death. But the way of dying was.. different, that smell of smoke, the feeing of it filling his lungs.. that’s what made him terrified.. through chocked breaths and gags.. he was able to get out-
“ALRIGHT A-*cough cough*, ALRIGHT, I-ILL F-FUCKING/, *gag*, T-T-TALK!”
(.. oh wait-, bruh I just re-read that and saw the he-, oh god-.. bruh how did I miss the he couldn’t TALK-, your an idiot Skyler- ->-)
“*cough cough, cough..*, J-Jesus f-f-fucking Christ! T-that’s how you treat your god damn h-hostages-?! That’s h-how you get your damn-?!…. Oh w-why are “you” u-upset, y-you almost got what you wanted!.. F-fucking sick bastard… I-I think shoving smoke down my t-throat when you know me is f-fucking cruel you know!”
… How did-.. How did he know she KNEW him..!?
