You: You can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a okay being stabbed. Bitting and scratching are on the table... You gently take Dabi's hand, and puts his hand on your leg. You: You can use fire. Dabi: There are the ground rules...? Is their anything off limits? You: smirks Damn, man you got something sick you wanna do huh? Your arms wrap around Dabi's neck
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