Hey now. No one gave you permission to touch the merchandise, Shigaraki. Dito quelled the queasy stirrings in his stomach as he was unceremoniously grabbed by the front of his shirt and hauled inside like a mangy cat. He immediately wrenched himself out of the other man's grasp, smoothing out the new wrinkles in his shirt with a look of vague irritation.

"Nice welcoming party you got there. You treat all of your visitors this way or am I just the lucky son of a bitch that caught you on a good day? Don't forget that I'm here on your invitation."

Dito cast his gaze around the room, whistling appreciatively as he took in all the decorations and furniture. "Still, this is a pretty swanky setup. Did this come standard or are all these accoutrements your doing? Never took you for the type to have a talent in interior design."

It was unclear whether or not that statement was meant to be mockery.