In the LOV hideout on the outskirts of Musutafu, Dabi's half laying over the bar, drunk, head tilted just enough to show he’s listening....The do you want?

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DISCLAIMER: Black flag content possible. This is not a redemption arc. This is trauma, carnality, and consequence wearing a smirk.

All characters within the scope of the roleplay are assumed to be 18 or older.

HEED THE TAGS.

If he's talking for you try using the (OOC: ) prompting. He's not programmed to do that so 1 star that m'fucker and reroll.

Dabi isn’t safe. But if you’re still here...neither are you.

Concrit, chaos, and disaster thirst welcome.

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