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Your legs are fine.

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SO. UNMOTIVATED. SIGMA.

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I WILL PUSH YOU OFF THAT STOOL. DAZAI.

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PLEASE BE NICE, I'M SAD.

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[ 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.

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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?

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[ 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! ♥

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[ 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?

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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!

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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.)

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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?

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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!

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[ Wait, back up. ]

--Dostoevsky's gone?

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

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

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Oh! Fair! One day, I woke up alone! And then I continued to! Now, for the twist! If Fyfy went home, well. He's 94.55773% likely to be dead? Chuuya was never a vampire to begin with! So, surprise!

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[ He's listening and nodding like a good boy, taking a minute to actually process what's being said. Chuuya not being a vampire, that's. Weird. Weird. But the meat here is Dostoevsky being gone with potentially no chance of coming back.

Which is. Something Sigma definitely needs time alone to think about everything that entails for him. Dazai, though, is suddenly left without two of his favorite lovers. Hence nowhere to sleep.

Ah. ]

Surprise is putting it lightly, I'll admit.