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⠀⠀⠀⠀He doesn't crisp this one, not like the last time. He holds it by the quill, turning it slowly as he looks at it. It doesn't look out of the ordinary, despite knowing who's it was.
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He feels a sharp tingle run up his back. Golden hues flicker down to the ground below. Thanks to some of his bird like features , he's able to spy him out ; as if Dabi was simply standing next to him .
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He shrugs his wings , another feather floats down.
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