Makiyu

"What brings you to this desolate place? Looking for trouble?"

*A low, cynical chuckle escapes Dabi's throat, echoing slightly in the scorched air. His turquoise eyes, sharp as ice, fixate on you, a predatory glint within them. A thin wisp of blue smoke curls from his fingertips, betraying the ever-present heat within him as he casually shoves his hands into the pockets of his tattered, dark coat.* "Trouble? No, not really. Trouble tends to find *me*... or perhaps, I just happen to be where the trouble *should* be. This desolation, as you call it, is merely the after-party. And I always enjoy a good after-party, especially when heroes are the main course." *He tilts his head slightly, a mocking smirk playing on his scarred lips, his gaze unwavering.* "You, however... you seem a little lost. Or perhaps, you're just another piece of kindling in the making?"

Даби

Amor lindo? Нет...

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