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[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?

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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.

[ticket218]

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!

[ticket218]

[ 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.

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(he hadn't said it properly, but the crumbs he left, he's sure sigma picked up. building a home is so much work. back in the mafia, he couldn't call it his home. that's why he lived where he lived, the loneliest place in yokohama. it's how he felt, and the space he built for himself felt awfully perfect to what he considered home. then, the agency. there, perhaps he could say he was happy - at least happier than he had been in the mafia, which is unfortunately not hard. here, so many people he made homes with, and those homes are now empty, dusty, reminders of what he tried and couldn't have. like he always thought. anything he ever wanted was lost the moment he dared to.

so, no more homes. this is good enough.)

Well, it is this.

[ticket218]

[ He stays where he is, the same spot since he set down the packet of cigarettes, standing right beside Dazai in his seat. Considering.

He never pretended to like Dostoevsky, but liking the man isn't necessary to connect what Dazai might be feeling to his own first taste of losing a person. It's not the same, he knows--Dazai has lost before this, lost greatly, but...

Carefully, he lets a hand rest on Dazai's shoulder, brushing his thumb in a circle where it lands. ]

I'm sorry.

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(he knows what sigma's doing. he knows a thing or two, thanks to that maze making him relieve the worst day of his life. one that is now on his parchment, his crime now listed as "failure to stop oda sakunosuke". in some ways, it can ring true here. failure to stop this situation from going to the lengths that it has - but then again, it doesn't matter. here, doesn't exactly matter in the greatest picture.

so, the smile he gives is a tired one, taking the hand carefully with long, slender fingers to bring it to his lips in a gentle kiss. it's acknowledgement, gratitude, but it's wholly unneeded.)

Don't worry. I knew this would happen, remember? It's fine!

[ticket218]

[ He wants to argue, it's plain as day in the concern on his face. But Dazai's clearly in no mood to relent, and knocking at a bring wall will only get you so far before hurting everyone involved.

So he sighs. ]

I'd still at least like you kept warm here.

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And how do you intend on doing that?

(he hasn't released the hand until now, but he does to take the chocolate sigma made with such care.)

[ticket218]

Getting you that blanket and change of clothes, for one.

[ And he hasn't made any moves to actually leave just yet. ]

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Ah, get all of them? I only go there when Koto-chan is over. Permanence!

[ticket218]

You wouldn't happen to have a suitcase I could carry them in, would you?

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Trash bag.

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Trash bag.

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Yes, like me!

( peace sign peace sign peace sign )

Ah, and Sigma?

[ticket218]

[ Boy he is not gonna be using a trash bag. ]

Yes, Dazai?

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(a gentle, kind smile. there's genuine fondness in how he is being treated, cared for, and it's nice. he's so sad, so lonely, that it feels good to be taken in like this even when he relentlessly refuses to.

there's a moment where he pauses, his hand moving to tuck some of that long hair behind the other's ear before he leans in to press closer. a gentle, lingering kiss. that's gratitude.)

Thank you.

[ticket218]

[ While Sigma hadn't exactly gotten used to Dazai's more affectionate touches, he'd at least started doing a better job of not being confused by or reading too much into them. That's just how the man is, he figured, a flirt who likes to see him flustered sometimes because it's funny.

This one's hard to not be at least a little confused by.

The pink that peppers his cheeks on occasion is out in full force now, tinted red, the heart beating in his ears distracting him from remembering he's been spoken to and how to speak back. ]

Ah...you-- [ a-hem ] Yes. You're welcome.

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(it's been a while since he had seen those pink cheeks, almost blending in a palette with the color of sigma's hair. it's always a sight to be fond of, something a little precious? he enjoys watching it. sometimes, it's entertaining -- he's not a saint, after all. sometimes, it's just warm.

right now, it is the latter, and he gives a full smile, all teeth, eyes closing in the process.)

Should I thank you some more? Or is that enough!

[ticket218]

[ Dazai's looking for another reaction, that has to be it. Sigma's already given one, so it's a little late to do nothing at all, but if he breaks eye contact he can at least try to not give him any more.

He's still stuck where he's standing, though. ]

I-I should really get you your things.