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[ticket218]

[ And right back to the stick. ]

It's not that long a walk.

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I'd break my legs.

[ticket218]

Your legs are fine.

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SO. UNMOTIVATED. SIGMA.

[ticket218]

I WILL PUSH YOU OFF THAT STOOL. DAZAI.

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PLEASE BE NICE, I'M SAD.

[ticket218]

[ uuuuuUUUUUUUUGH fine. He said himself it's not a long walk so he's going, he's going. ]

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Thank youuuu, Sig. I might have one more mission for you, if you don't mind? For later.

[ticket218]

A mission the same degree as walking a few feet?

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Few meters, actually. Could you be the greatest! And get my clothes out of my house, please?

[ticket218]

[ Dazai doesn't have to be facing Sigma to feel the concern from that look he shoots his way.

Not saying anything about it, though. Yet. ]

Mm, that sounds simple enough.

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(no worries. he felt it when sigma first saw him.)

Thanks, you're the best! ♥

[ticket218]

[ Gently setting the cigarette packet down, ]

If I get you a pillow too, will you at least consider sleeping in a booth instead of at the counter?

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(for all the genius he is, he's such a child. once the pack is back in his hands, he'll delicately place a stick between his lips, lighting with ease and puffing his dissatisfaction through his nose.)

Will you accept it if I consider it and decide not to?

[ticket218]

I may not be pleased, but I won't press the issue any further.

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(with his free hand, he reaches to touch the strands of lomg hair, a gesture of appreciation.)

You'll grow older much quicker if you worry too much. Is that your plan? It's not like I can die or anything. You can relax, Sig!

[ticket218]

Not here, you can't.

[ Said like a professional worrier doing his damndest not to worry about just one thing in particular. With...mixed success. ]

Even so, you don't exactly make it easy to not worry about you even under the best circumstances.

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Worrying about me is a fruitless endeavor. It only serves to stress one out!

(he is who he is, after all.)

[ticket218]

I can't make you do anything you don't want to, you can't make me stop caring about your well being.

Seems we're at an impasse.

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I'm fine unrelenting. Are you?

[ticket218]

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

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Ah, in that case. I'll be sleeping here a few nights, very often. Fyodor went home, you see? So I'm a little out of a home! And unrelenting! I could sleep under a rock, but here has booze!

[ticket218]

[ Wait, back up. ]

--Dostoevsky's gone?

[nullificates]

And deceased, considering my plan working, which I know it will, so.

[ticket218]

Hold on, you've lost me. When did this happen? What happened?