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Crimson nomu merged with
felon comrade ‘ s wardrobe ,
merging veins with every strand
of strings which became a
wonderful camouflage ー Pearly
sockets appeared atop hood ,
sharpened rows at the hem .
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❝ never mind. Tricks aren’t food... but we’ll find ya some food. ❞
Pulling his hood up, the pyro headed into the city. Not necessarily anywhere crowded but easy to find someone.
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an absurd caw escaped
against the creature ‘ s serrated
beak , strands of flesh
surrounding it ‘ s demeanor
like an aura .
〝 Trick . . ? is . . food ?
what ー trick ? 〞
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『 blinking, nearly flinching away from the crow for a second.
Still, once the crow sat on his shoulder, dabi headed out. Hands in his pocket. 』
Neat trick.