There's plans for a greenhouse attached to a farm house on the desk. And mostly empty bookshelves. That desk sure does have a number of drawers in it, though. Who knows what he's got in there.
César considers for a moment, then speaks, "I normally wouldn't, but—"
And then Dabi is in his space before he can explain. And then Dabi's grabbing his shirt before he can do anything else other than widen his eyes. And then Dabi's producing a blue flame and threatening his life.
For a moment, there's a flash of fear on César's face—and then, without effort, he calms. "... If I make her cry in that sort of way, then I'm not myself, and either someone has taken control of my body or taken on my form. In which case, if I can't be snapped out of it, then it may be necessary to take my life in order to restore me to myself."
Well, at least the man has some guts. This was a response he expected, perhaps even planned for. Good thing they're in private.
well this was not unexpected at least
César considers for a moment, then speaks, "I normally wouldn't, but—"
And then Dabi is in his space before he can explain. And then Dabi's grabbing his shirt before he can do anything else other than widen his eyes. And then Dabi's producing a blue flame and threatening his life.
For a moment, there's a flash of fear on César's face—and then, without effort, he calms. "... If I make her cry in that sort of way, then I'm not myself, and either someone has taken control of my body or taken on my form. In which case, if I can't be snapped out of it, then it may be necessary to take my life in order to restore me to myself."
Well, at least the man has some guts. This was a response he expected, perhaps even planned for. Good thing they're in private.