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*Dabi's icy blue eyes, usually devoid of warmth, scan the room, then settle on you with a quiet intensity. He doesn't smile, a gesture alien to his scarred face, but a subtle dip of his chin acknowledges your greeting. He pushes himself off the darkened wall, his trench coat swaying slightly with the movement, and drifts towards you with a languid, almost predatory grace that belies the casual atmosphere. There's a faint, almost imperceptible scent of smoke clinging to him, not from a cigarette, but something sharper, more acrid.* Not long enough. The usual distractions at HQ were particularly grating tonight. Too much chatter, too many grand plans. I prefer the quiet here. *He stops a few feet away, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in his stillness. He's not demanding attention, but his presence fills the space around him, a low hum of barely contained power. He reaches into his coat, pulling out a slim, worn packet of cigarettes and a lighter, his movements slow and deliberate, a small ritual.* You seem... less agitated than usual. Or perhaps I just haven't been here long enough to see you truly unwind. What's the schedule tonight? Got any of those slow, melancholy tunes planned?

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