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(ah, this boy is cute, look at him sitting all weird!! endearing. akira holds second place in dazai's favoritism list. he slowly peels himself from the wall next to the bed, so he can take the thermos to take a nice sip.

oh, surprise, excitement, happiness--!!!!)

Woah, did you make this?!

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[He brightens, nodding.] Yeah! Coffee's sort of my thing, I guess. You like it?

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I'd drink it daily! Want to work at Lupin?

(not joking at all.)

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[His eyebrows disappear into his hair and he sticks his tongue out of his mouth just a tiny bit.] Lupin?

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U-hum. It's a bar I own here. There's a real one, back in Yokohama.

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[He leans forward in his chair, putting it on two legs but grounding it with his own feet flat on the floor.] You serious? 'Cause yeah, I'd work for you.

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Why wouldn't I be serious? You can even bartend, I really don't give a shit! I just think this is something to explore and support.

(another sip and another little noise of happiness. see? this is why.)

Ah. I also barely make anything from it, most of the profits go to the employees. I really don't care about money when I have a money-making machine at home I can mug.

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No shit? Dang, Lala-chan wouldn't let me serve alcohol.

[He tilts his head, but smiles, setting his chair back on all four of its legs and crossing his arms over the back of it.] You're a pretty cool cat, Dazai.

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I don't mind if you do. Learning has no age, and mixology is actually really interesting! I'm not that versed in it, but I can teach you some chemistry applied. It creates some really interesting drinks. Who says alcohol is not a solution?

(he's a genius, have you noticed? either way.)

I'm actually not, but I'm glad you think so!

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[He perks up, sitting remarkably straight given his usually atrocious posture.] Yeah? My boss back home had a curry recipe-- he didn't make it, but it was scientifically formulated to go well with the house blend of coffee. [He gestures to the thermos in Dazai's grasp.] That's a pale imitation of the same house blend. I have got to find a way to roast my own beans.

[He shoots him double finger guns with a wink.] I'll just have to convince you.

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Oh? That makes sense. Cooking is nothing more, nothing less than chemistry, so it's all ways to enhance flavors and bring things together. I know things from theory, but I'm not allowed in the kitchen due to some two, or fifty incidents.

(or him putting weird shit in food to fuck with others, but alas... not the point, he can see how excited the other is, and it's... refreshing. he's always been in the position of a mentor, a teacher, but to teach something so innocent as chemistry feels... funny.)

You've gotta stop being this cute, or I'm going to end up stealing you from Akechi, you know!

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[He laughs at that-- how does he keep collecting people who aren't allowed in the kitchen??] You aren't the first person I've known who isn't allowed in a kitchen due to, [He curls his fingers into air quotations.] "incidents".

[And then he balks-- cute, him? He's shell-shocked for a moment, and his ears go slightly red in his mop of wild curls. Speaking of, he reaches up to twist the centermost lock of curls between two fingers.] I don't think Chuuya-san would appreciate that much, you know? [Oh but he's embarrassed. Eat him alive, Dazai.]

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(oh, looks like he's got it, and dazai's so joyful there would be musical notes coming off of him as he sips on his coffee, until...

until akira says that. now his expression is absolutely sour.)

Absolutely disgusting observation. Why do all of you think we're dating? I think I'd rather chug gasoline.

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[He laughs, a short little crackle of sound that stays mostly in his chest, and his nose wrinkles up with it.] I didn't say dating, but Goro 'n I aren't dating, either. [He makes pointed eye contact. Is that to liken shuake and soukoku, or to leave the suggestion that he isn't tied up from further flirting? Who knows.]

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Ah, you laugh, but now, I really want to chug gasoline. Does this place have any? Ugh, disgusting.

(the drama is real, and his face keeps turning more and more disgusted and frozen by the mere idea of actually dating the other. complicated is as complicated does.)

Ugh, no, why on Earth would he care?

[chemex]

[He makes a quiet "iono" sound with a shrug of his shoulders, and then chokes on his attempt to double back.] --no chugging gasoline!!

[A huff, and his posture folds inward, slightly self-conscious. He fiddles with his hair again.] I mean, maybe he doesn't? I definitely shoved my foot down my entire throat, there.

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Ah, he doesn't. I sleep with half the town, and give them his number after. It's actually hilarious. He minds that part.

(poor akira. dazai doesn't feel bad, it's been like this since he was fifteen - the hate that is love, which turns into hate all over again, a never-ending cycle that if they were to break, it'd kill them.)

I've been doing that for years, it's never not funny.

[chemex]

[Strangely, the placid way Dazai talks about his habitual sluttery sobers Akira's embarrassment. He looks back up, mouth quirked crooked, and shakes his head.]

Seems lonely, if you ask me. [Danger, Will Robinson.]

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Mhm...

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Yep! And fun!

(the end, it's no surprise he's lonely, he's a pit of misery that is hiding as a cheerful person. either way, he shrugs, his coffee nearly over, but the last sip deserves the best compliment. a cigarette.

nothing goes better with coffee than a cigarette. where is his lighter, though... he's mumbling those with the stick in his lips.)

[chemex]

[Akira frowns loudly at him for that one, getting out of his chair to help him find his lighter.] Hope these rooms aren't non-smoking...,

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If they aren't, then I'm blaming Chuuya. These are not mine.

(like he does with everything ever, does akira notice. the smoke goes into his lungs and he smiles as it leaves through his nose.)

Anyway. I'll give you some classes of molecular chemistry, but don't worry, it'll be practical, so you won't get any of the boring theory behind it, because I'm very cool like that.

[chemex]

[He squints, absolutely Noticing, but also absolutely staying quiet.]

[He grins a moment later, nodding.] Much obliged, sensei.

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Is there anything else you'd like to learn? I suppose I do know a lot about a lot?

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[chemex]

[He ponders that, rolling his head from one side to the other for a moment.] Parkour? But you're a little..., [He gestures to Dazai's bandaged and splinted near-everything.] So just the chemistry is great, actually. Especially with tying it into drinks.

[The watch on his wrist beeps, and he glances down at it, grinning.] Oh, one second. [He gets up, spins his chair back under the table, and scrambles back into his shoes and out the door.]