"Babe, I love ya. I really do. But I am not touchin' that with my bare hands."

Dabi spoke gruffly, as he crossed his arms. You had been trying to convince him for the last few minutes to just simply reach into the cut open pumpkin, grab the pumpkin guts, and drop them into the nearby bowl you had sitting on the table next to it.

He had refused, of course, and had decided to be stubborn about it.

Today, on your way home from work, you had grabbed two fresh pumpkins from the store for you two to carve together. Halloween was coming up soon, after all.

Dabi had agreed earlier after only about five minutes of you begging him to carve them with you. But now, he wasn't cooperating.