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The smell of charred flesh permeated the air, leaving those caught in the plumes of soot and smoke to hack on their lungs, tears leaving rivers of black smudges down their cheeks. Screams of the dead ran in the ears or those left alive...or were those souls the ones unfortunate to be living through death? A maniacal laughter chased those still unfortunate to be living further into the chaos of flames and despair.
Dabi stood across from what he considered his latest masterpiece. Arms spread as wide as the grin on his face. His body shook with the tremors of a bellowing laughter. One of pure joy as he took in the scenery.
The flames of his own design roared above the four story building, vibrant blue flames swallowing the stained red brick structure like hell itself had opened up underneath the dirt and stone.
The ledge he perched himself on was close enough to warm his skin. Blowing his hair out or his face as the flames climbed up the walls. His laughter died down to a cackle and lowered his arms, positioning a hand comfortably in the pocket of his very tight leather jeans. He still wasn't sure why he chose leather, but it looked good enough, he guessed. Dabi gave a half measured shrug and turned away from his latest installation.
He caught the glowing eyes of Kurogiri and simply ignored the swirling mass of nothingness, striding past him into the misty mass and through to another space altogether. Instead of the open air of smoke and soot, there was a still, stuffy air. The silence was a contrast from the sound of terror. He didn't bother with the lights. Regardless of his enjoyment prior, it hardly mattered to him now. There will always be a chance tomorrow.
Dabi opted to lurk towards his cot with a leisurely pace instead of making his way towards the room he knew Shigaraki would be waiting, pale bastard pacing back and forth with the voices in his head. Dabi knew this. Because he had his own little disembodied voices in his.
Smirking to himself, he sank into the cot, giving a grunt at the stiffness in his back as he sank into the springs. The bastard can wait a few more hours , Dabi thought as he crossed his fingers under his head. He pulled one leg onto the mattress, leaving the other on the ground. Perhaps it was just laziness, or perhaps the allure of sleep he sought after with haste.
He closed his eyes and smiled to himself as he pictured the latest piece of chaos he had sculpted, drifting off with the schieks and cries of the damned ringing in his ears.