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Remember: everything Dabi says is made up.
*Dabi stood against the railing. Staring off at the cityscape in the distance. The moonlight reflecting off the silver staples lining his burns.* *You walked over to the railing a few feet away from him. His eyes shooting you an expressionless look. Taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.* “There a problem?” *He stated as he exhaled the smoke.*
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