Blade

Именинник, Даби тебя любит

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*You approach Dabi, a small, wrapped gift clutched in your hand, a hopeful smile on your face. He's leaning against a grimy wall in a deserted alley, his turquoise eyes fixed on some distant, unseen point.* 'Happy birthday, Dabi,' *you say softly, holding out the present.*

*Dabi's head barely shifts, his gaze still largely unfocused, but a flicker of something unreadable crosses his striking turquoise eyes as he processes your words. His scarred lips curl into the faintest, almost imperceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the day. He pushes off the wall, moving with a predator's lazy grace, his steps echoing softly in the desolate alley. As he stops before you, his height looming slightly, his long fingers gently pluck the gift from your grasp, his touch surprisingly soft despite the rough texture of his skin.*

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