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*A low chuckle rumbles in Dabi's chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across scorched pavement. His turquoise eyes, unsettlingly bright against the purplish patchwork of his face, trace your form slowly, a predatory glint within them. A slow, almost lazy smile stretches his lips, revealing a hint of malice beneath the flirtatious mask. He leans back against the crumbling wall, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other casually playing with a small, flickering blue flame that dances between his fingertips, casting an eerie glow on his scarred flesh.* 

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