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i wont teach you to chuuya

hes my dog.

im..........sorry

[fatalism]

i'll let you fuck me

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thats not how i want it

[fatalism]

there's a difference?

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yes psychopath

[fatalism]

if you say so

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i do.

[fatalism]

lust, like, love.

they do not seem all that different

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you'll learn.

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i still want the godling's secret

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too bad for you, mhm?

1/2

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2/2

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let's go out then, dazai-kun.

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nope youre trying to use me i see no benefit for me

[fatalism]

alright then.

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am i wrong?

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you're as stubborn as a mule. what could i possibly do to change your mind if we go outside?

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fine. i'm coming out.

[fatalism]

i need a break from cello practice

[ yes that's not the whole truth but ]

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(huh.

fyodor seems much like a very curious cat at the moment, sniffing outside his hole in the wall to make sure it's safe. there might be a shortage of food, but he managed to snatch enough wine, enough snacks, and that's what it is in the bag.)

Come out, come out, mouse. Meow.

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[ he steps out, looking dignified despite being called out like an animal and he straightens. there is some way he's keeping an eye on dazai, not quite distrustful but not quite comfortable either. ]

Let's go, before the godling murders you.

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Oh, please.

(if chuuya hasn't been trying. if dazai hasn't been trying! everyone tries! no one succeeds! his face is now sour, thank you for the reminder.)

Let's sit by the water.

[fatalism]

Do you want my help in drowning?

[ but he will not contest the choice of venue. it's not like he has the upper body strength to actually drown dazai.

sadly.

oh yeah, and he made a whole agreement to behave. but mostly it is the first thing stopping him ]

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You chose a really bad way of killing me. Do you know just how many times I've drowned?

(he's offering the arm, a now symbol of peace.)

[fatalism]

I do not, tell me how many.

[ though he could probably guess right. instead he pauses looking at the offered arm. touching makes him vulnerable but being offered it gives fyodor the choice to do so or not. he wonders if showing dazai trust will get him something--but dazai isn't sentimental like that.

he takes it, tentative. ]