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     “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.”

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

     “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.

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

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

     “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.

    “what are you doing?”