❝ah! hello, dabi! we haven’t seen you in a few days, where have you been, dear? ❞ he greets, a BRIGHT smile on his face beneath the exterior of the theatrical mask.
‘just . . . for the surroundings .’he says words that widen his lungs of those suffocated asking for the still rhythm , thorax box empties with this heavy sigh from the nostrils . tired . exhausted . he would not show escape between dark circles that have been hidden . ‘ what about you ? in some mission ? ’
