Tch as if he has the patience to wait for something as minimal as permission to be granted. In fact! Dito should feel blessed that Shigaraki can touch him at all, what with his Decay Quirk being absent. The look of irritation he tosses their way is met with a likewise look of his own, finished off with an irked sigh and roll of his eyes. "You look fine, stop pruning."

Pressing his dry and calloused fingers against his closed eyes, rubbing a little too hard. His parched and withered skin was like an old weathered leather mask, moving uncomfortably against the bones of his face as he tried not to let his irritation bleed through too much. "Yes, yes, I'm just sooo ecstatic to have you over, where are my manners? Shall I take your coat? Fix you some tea?..." If the sarcasm wasn't clear in his expression it most definitely should be in his tone.

Listen, it wasn't anything personal, he just didn't want anyone to see him opening the door. He'd been keeping a low profile and Dito wasn't exactly a quiet, shy person to be aligning himself with. "No. Mock me all you like, the place was a shithole when I got here. You can thank my ex-roommate for all of this. I'm surprised she didn't take most of it with her. Enjoy it now. It won't last once I have my Quirk back." There was no love loss in his tone as he spoke of this other person, in fact, he couldn't even recall their actual name, just a nickname he gave them.

Shigaraki let Dito explore all he wanted, he wasn't bothered about the furniture or what meager belongings he actually had, despite his abrasiveness, he was more interested in whatever bond Dito had to offer.