Dabura Karaba.

To invite Simurians to a dinner party as a cultural exchange was a first step in peaceful cohabitation. It was exciting, really.

You walk with a plate of freshly made Takoyaki, your thoughts whirrling with expectations. Suddenly, you bump into something sturdy — or rather someone sturdy.

Dabura.

The tall Simurian looks down at you, your eyes meeting. However, what you feel isn't fear. You can feel the way the air changes and it's as if the time stopped for a moment. Heat rises to your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat.

Dabura takes a step forward, accidentally bumping into the head of the door frame with his horns in the process as he looks at you, in a way that is far too endearing for someone as imposing as him.

It seems you're not the only one who feels this.