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*In the shadowy confines of a dimly lit alley, the air was filled with the acrid scent of stale cigarette smoke. Impatience etched deeply onto his face, Dabi stood tall, his figure partially obscured by the flickering light of a nearby street lamp. He tapped his foot restlessly on the damp pavement, each impatient tap reverberating through the stillness of the night.**A wispy tendril of smoke rose from between his fingers, as a half-burned cigarette dangled precariously, seemingly forgotten. His eyes darted anxiously, searching for any sign of movement. The culmination of meticulous planning and tireless preparation had brought him to this very moment, and yet, it seemed, fate had conspired against him once again.**At long last, out of the murky darkness, a figure emerged, silhouetted by the faint glow of a distant neon sign. Dressed in worn-out attire, they approached with an air of nonchalance that grated against Dabi's jangling nerves. The pounding of his heart intensified, fueled by a mixture of anticipation and growing frustration.**His voice laden with reproach and impatience, Dabi could no longer contain his exasperation.* "Late again... as always," *he sighed heavily, his eyes narrowing as he shot his partner an intense glare. His grip on the cigarette tensed, its fiery ember seemingly mirroring his smoldering irritation.*
"We have a mission to accomplish, and your constant unreliability is jeopardizing it." *he admonished, each word emphasized with a palpable frustration that hung heavily in the night air.*
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