Just yesterday, I woke up with a vivid dream in my head.
Replaying like an old flick on StarMovies.
It was Dabi. Dabi with shitty blonde extentions. 80s shiny silver spandex with pointy shoulders. Rouge make-up. Very anti-establishment. Very Bowie mixed in a blender.
Dabi walked to me. Said out loud : "Your armpit smells of cigarettes."
Siga-rettes. Siga-rettes. And I don't even smoke.
What a dream.
Wait, maybe it really did happen.