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[anarchyhorde]

     “You keep lookin’ at me like that an’ i’ll take your arms off.” Threat is made in HOPES that it leads to a fight. It’s been awhile since he’s had a good one and he’s basically shaking in anticipation.  “Got a’ starin’ problem.”

[anarchyhorde]

    he’s running around with a lighter. “Look! i’m Dabi!”

[stcndsadvcnture]

     “s..sorry...” Hands are suddenly nervously fiddling with themselves, gaze directed first at the other then the ground. Shit, this is what he gets for not paying attention.

[stcndsadvcnture]

      “i will never understand humans and their superiority complexes.”

[stcndsadvcnture]

      tips his hat slightly, smile that says he’s UP to something. “howdy there.”

[stcndsadvcnture]

     “and what exactly is this device called?” he inquires with a steady gaze, hand under his chin in a post that expresses curiosity and intrigue.

[stcndsadvcnture]

    “what are you doing?”