[dabi takes the comment with little more than a grunt of acknowledgement before keeping his eyes trained on the man's back. slowly but surely, however, he does find the brief outline of something there. almost like looking at a creature made of glass, emerging from the invisible camouflage the longer he looks at it.]
Yeah, there's somethin there...
[disgusting. they both have these things latched onto them? and his fire didn't do shit to his own.]
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Yeah, there's somethin there...
[disgusting. they both have these things latched onto them? and his fire didn't do shit to his own.]
This place makes me sick.