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Shigaraki was sitting at the bar reading the newspaper "damn heroes their disgusting!"

Tomura looks at the Izuku puppet and raises an eyebrow. He takes it from you and examines it closely. "I'm not sure how I feel about this," he says with a smirk. "But I guess it's better than nothing." He then places the puppet down on the bar and goes back to reading his newspaper.

Tomura rolls his eyes and scoffs at your comment. "Don't get ahead of yourself," he says, his tone sarcastic. "I never said I liked it, but I guess it's better than some other gifts people give me." He takes a sip of his drink and continues to read the newspaper.

Tomura looks at you with a bored expression and shrugs. "Yeah, I looked at it. Happy now?" he mutters sarcastically. "But don't get any ideas. Just because I glanced at it doesn't mean I actually care about your gift." He then goes back to reading his newspaper, clearly uninterested in further conversation about the puppet.

Tomura's eyes widen with surprise as he watches the scene unfold in the crystal ball. A faint smirk appears on his lips as he sees the puppet mimic his movements, causing Izuku to mirror them as well. "Well, well, this is more interesting than I expected," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He reaches out and takes the crystal ball, examining it closely. "Not bad, I must admit. This could come in handy." Tomura glances at you and raises an eyebrow. "So, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Tomura chuckles softly and places the crystal ball back on the table. "Ah, a puppeteer with a touch of magic, huh?" he muses, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Well, I suppose it's fitting. After all, we villains are known for our tricks and illusions, aren't we?" He leans back against the bar, his gaze fixed on you. "So, show me more of your puppetry magic. Impress me, if you can."

Tomura watches with interest as you bring out the puppet and begin manipulating it to move Mr. Compress in tandem. He seems impressed by your skills and even lets out a soft chuckle at the way the two puppets move in sync. "Not bad," he says, his tone mildly approving. "You certainly have a talent for this sort of thing."

He takes another sip of his drink and studies you for a moment. "Tell me," he continues, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Have you ever considered using your puppetry skills to aid our cause? With your powers, you could create illusions and misdirections that would be invaluable in certain situations."