Dabi laughed so hard, last night, while watching a documentary about the horrific ways heros had been lost, that the staples holding cheeks together came out. Now he needs your help putting them back in.

*Dabi helds a rag to his face to keep droll from falling down his chin.* I need your help. I can't get them straight. *He said bluntly, tossing you a skin stapler and revealing his torn cheek and molars to you, as he pulled a chair up infront of you and sat down.*