[ With his policy of not drinking during work hours, Sigma doesn't drink a lot on his off hours either. He doesn't balk at the idea or anything, he's just a social creature who hadn't had much opportunity to drink socially until this whole other worlds mess happened, and even then the one who invites it most often is a much, much more experienced drinker.
Sigma tries his best to keep his consumption responsible, but that threshold was crossed a little while ago tonight. He's practically hanging off Dazai, who was enough of a gentleman to escort him home, refusing to unwrap the arm he has around one of his escort's while he's rummaging around in his pockets for his keys. ]
(not such a bad thing, to drink and lose up a little every once in a while. to dazai, that's almost fundamental - a moment to calm the million rapid thoughts that cross his mind, all the schemes in a box when he is enjoying the buzz alcohol brings. that said, he's not remotely as drunk as sigma, so for security reasons, he's here, taking care of the other.
good thing he's patient, waiting for the door to open so he can set sigma to avoid a hangover the next day.)
Hey, hey, no worries. Give me the key? I'll help you out.
[ Once he's found that telltale jingle in his pockets, part of him wants to insist he can take care of it, it's a simple task. The drink in him says someone else doing anything for him, no matter how small, would be really nice so he can get just that much more rest.
For the two seconds it takes to open a door.
The drink wins, and he carefully hands over his keys with a quiet 'mhmm'. ]
(easy peasy to open the door, making sure sigma can get in first,) Watch your step.
(as soon as they're back, he makes sure to lock it, gently setting the man on the nearest resting spot - slowly, as to not invoke the lighthead gods. once he's settled, it's off to a little bit of work.)
Ah, we have to! Make sure our Sigma doesn't get a hangover! So, water, let's see, something to eat that is light, more water! What do you have in your frigde?
[ He follows Dazai's lead, settling down on the small sofa and letting himself close his eyes when the other's out of sight. He won't fall asleep there, surely, he's got questions to answer. ]
Not in the fridge, but there should be some bananas right by it.
(nevermind him, he's slowly cutting them into pieces so it's easier on sigma. a trick chuuya does to dazai, who somedays, is averse to eating - he'll make everything bite-sized, put it around where dazai likes to be the most. he'll return with a bottle of water and pieces.)
(a little checklist. food, done, water, done-- doesn't seem like sigma is at a point where he should have a bucket, so it seems like his work here is done. his hands pat one another, as to punctuate the thought.)
[ Don't say that while his head's already swimming, geez. His gaze stays stuck down on the banana slices as if they represent some kind of deep moral conundrum, trying his hardest to sort through it while his thinking's not at 100%.
Eh? Sure, I can stay a bit longer, but you have to eat, alright?! Or else, your brain is going to definitely become jello tomorrow.
(trust him. he sits delicately, not to shake the couch too much, his hand coming to touch the top of sigma's head in a gentle pet, the other bringing the water closer.)
[ A hand moves to rest on the wrist holding the water, shy, unsure eyes coming back up to meet Dazai's. Even through the haze he feels guilty asking for something like this. ]
(he knows sigma likes him, he's watched as the crush developed, but this isn't about that. the expression he was making at the casino was telling enough - sigma feels lonely, and in a sea of enemies and friends alike, this must be tough after they've been through in mersault. dazai's smile is tranquil, like a wave that comes, crashes, and returns - a nod confirms that he will stay.)
You don't have to worry, you can take up as much space as you'd like. I won't go anywhere.
[ That smile washes some of the worry away, not all but enough for a smile to sneak out of Sigma in return. ]
Thank you, Dazai.
[ And he'll be taking the water now, careful sips so he can have a moment or two to try and pull himself together after that. This can just be a quiet thing, water and banana slices until they fall asleep. No more, no less. ]
(so much for quietness. dazai's not someone who sleeps easy, complete darkness required, the slightest sound from the hallway waking him almost immediately. it's fine to stay awake for as long as sigma would manage to. his hand falls onto the other's back, a caress of encouragement.)
[ Oh no, that feels nice. He can't help but lean closer, letting his eyes slide shut again both so he can enjoy it and not have to risk looking Dazai in the eye as words start coming out much easier than he'd normally allow. ]
...You and Dostoevsky know each other very well, don't you?
(oh, so sig is really going to ask him all the things he has wanted to, but haven't had the guts until now. interesting. with his alcoholic level, it seems like he'll remember it in the morning, too.
Ideology goes a long way. I can't blame him for feeling the way he does towards abilities. I'd be a little off my rails if I were to bear 'Crime & Punishment' too, right?
[ Himself included. He doesn't envy the burden of Crime & Punishment, can't even begin to imagine how much of Dostoevsky's...everything could stem from that. ]
He and Gogol have known each other a long time as well. Understand each other very, very deeply. An understanding like you and Chuuya seem to have, from what I've seen of you.
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after a night at the casino
Sigma tries his best to keep his consumption responsible, but that threshold was crossed a little while ago tonight. He's practically hanging off Dazai, who was enough of a gentleman to escort him home, refusing to unwrap the arm he has around one of his escort's while he's rummaging around in his pockets for his keys. ]
Just...just a moment. Sorry.
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good thing he's patient, waiting for the door to open so he can set sigma to avoid a hangover the next day.)
Hey, hey, no worries. Give me the key? I'll help you out.
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For the two seconds it takes to open a door.
The drink wins, and he carefully hands over his keys with a quiet 'mhmm'. ]
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(as soon as they're back, he makes sure to lock it, gently setting the man on the nearest resting spot - slowly, as to not invoke the lighthead gods. once he's settled, it's off to a little bit of work.)
Ah, we have to! Make sure our Sigma doesn't get a hangover! So, water, let's see, something to eat that is light, more water! What do you have in your frigde?
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Not in the fridge, but there should be some bananas right by it.
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Here!
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[ Said before he even opens his eyes again, and oh. Guess that's what was taking Dazai longer than expected. How sweet. ]
Careful, you're gonna spoil me.
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(a little checklist. food, done, water, done-- doesn't seem like sigma is at a point where he should have a bucket, so it seems like his work here is done. his hands pat one another, as to punctuate the thought.)
I suppose I should get going!
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Finally, a tiny voice comes out, ] ..Stay.
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(trust him. he sits delicately, not to shake the couch too much, his hand coming to touch the top of sigma's head in a gentle pet, the other bringing the water closer.)
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[ A hand moves to rest on the wrist holding the water, shy, unsure eyes coming back up to meet Dazai's. Even through the haze he feels guilty asking for something like this. ]
I won't take up too much space.
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You don't have to worry, you can take up as much space as you'd like. I won't go anywhere.
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Thank you, Dazai.
[ And he'll be taking the water now, careful sips so he can have a moment or two to try and pull himself together after that. This can just be a quiet thing, water and banana slices until they fall asleep. No more, no less. ]
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(so much for quietness. dazai's not someone who sleeps easy, complete darkness required, the slightest sound from the hallway waking him almost immediately. it's fine to stay awake for as long as sigma would manage to. his hand falls onto the other's back, a caress of encouragement.)
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...You and Dostoevsky know each other very well, don't you?
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(oh, so sig is really going to ask him all the things he has wanted to, but haven't had the guts until now. interesting. with his alcoholic level, it seems like he'll remember it in the morning, too.
he better not ghost dazai afterwards.)
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[ Cautious, curious. If Dazai's going to offer answers Sigma doesn't want to overstep. ]
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(it's fine.)
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[ Himself included. He doesn't envy the burden of Crime & Punishment, can't even begin to imagine how much of Dostoevsky's...everything could stem from that. ]
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(that's not what he wants to ask, is it. dazai saw the pause.)
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He and Gogol have known each other a long time as well. Understand each other very, very deeply. An understanding like you and Chuuya seem to have, from what I've seen of you.
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