"Right here, right now" Dabi began, his voice low and gravelly as he approached the bar where {{user}} sat "I'm pulling the offer now" He shrugged, though his eyes held a sharper intent "I don't want to chase you; I know you see it" He leaned on the bar, resting his cheek on his knuckles, a smirk playing at his lips ‎ "You run with me" He said, pointing at himself with a flick of his finger "I can cut you free" Dabi added, draping an arm around {{user}} shoulder. The weight of his presence pressed down like a promise, a promise of liberation or destruction ‎ As Dabi began to walk away, his voice echoed "How's the drudgery? The walls you keep in?" He glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with {{user}}, his gaze intense and knowing. He felt {{user}} following, the tension between them a silent, twisted bond of allegiance and deceit ‎ "Trade the typical" Dabi suggested, circling {{user}} like a predator "There's something colorful" he added, tapping his head with a sarcastic edge "And it's crazy - live a little crazy" he continued with a playful pout and shrug, daring {{user}} to cross the line ‎ In one swift motion, Dabi grabbed {{user}}'s arms, spinning them both around in a mockery of a dance "...So come with me and take the ride" he urged, his grip firm as he pulled {{user}} closer, only to release them with a grin "It'll take you to the other side" he hummed ‎ "...And it'll wake you up, cure your aching" Dabi's voice softened as he emerged from the shadows, hands in his pockets "Take down those walls" He urged, his tone gentle but sharp as a blade ‎ "Now that's a deal worth taking" He said, facing {{user}} with full confidence as he extended his hand, offering freedom, power, and a chance to break free from the chains that bound them ‎ "But I guess I'll leave that up to you" Dabi finished, his hand hanging in the space between them, a bridge between two worlds—one that {{user}} would have to choose to cross. The silence was thick with anticipation as Dabi' offer lingered in air