(the voice he employs is a much less energetic one, although his usual whiny inflation remains. he waves the hand when his face hits the mattress, but look, he's just snuggling it. zero energy.
and if gogol looks well, some parts of his bandages have some very familiar crimson on them.)
[Given the greater context the flash of red is hard to miss. Plus Gogol is observant to spot something like blood. It's just seeing it suddenly does manage to catch him of all the people off guard. He goes from a wide grin to a closed mouth smile.]
What's this? It's a weird mood to put on display out of nowhere.
[The low energy Dazai is exuding should make it easy to grab him by the wrist and pull his arm out like a rag-doll.]
(did. did nikolai just touch him, just like that? he's always so adamant regarding wanting nothing to do in dazai's proximity, and the grip doesn't help either. he's staining the bandages even more, the wounds opening from rough contact.)
[With that outcry Gogol nonchalantly drops Dazai's bandaged and bloodied arm back to the bed. He traces along where the radial artery ought to be laying just underneath bandages and torn skin. He could get up and leave but he's sadistic and curious, so curious.]
What a scary thing to witness. So what drives a detective so full of tenacity one week to do this in the next, I wonder? I can't begin to guess!
[As his hand retreats he wipes the traces of blood against the sheets. Leaves a nice partial hand print.]
(he's going to need to change bandages, but there's no way he'll let gogol see a collection of scars that lie underneath it. no one has, no one will, most likely so. it feels so incredibly personal, like showcasing the incompetence in both his desire to live and his desire to die. things he doesn't like to see either.
well, he'll have to deal with it as is.)
I'm sleepy, you should just... Shh... Nikolyea, take a nap with me. Let's run away for a minute or two...
(at least there are a few pillows on the bed, and he manages to make a face sandwich with two of them.)
[It's mind-boggling to see weakness displayed in front of Gogol and he's not the cause of it. The solicitation to do something gentle is even worse in his mind. That makes his eyebrows pinch together even as he continues smiling.]
Dodging questions, Dazai-kun? [He tsk-tsks.] Please do excuse me but I'm not sleepy in the least! So you should tell me a story instead. One about whatever it is you want to run away from so badly.
I dodged nothing, I told you - I'm sleepy. Chuuya snores. Running away from Chuuya snores.
(whether that rings true or not is a story for another day. he is, however, extremely low energy, and if the clown is going to be here, he's at least going to lie down, dazai doesn't feel like looking up to look at him from the mattress.
he's stronger than he looks. he'll pull gogol to the mattress with all his strength.)
[It was a half-hearted attempt to get Dazai to spill his vulnerabilities for free anyways. In comparison to the weak pawing from before the full strength pull to the bed manages to get Gogol good. He has to flip his braid out of his face and wriggle around onto his side to get comfy after.
This is what what he call a suspicious silence. After all that he watches Dazai breathe with lost look. Caged by thoughts. ]
(he'd never touch gogol first, it's part of the agreement, but if gogol touched him, that means he's got some leeway here. his hand grabs the braid, only to feel something between his fingers, sighing, and yawning.)
What is it that you wanted in the first place, Nikol?
[Go on, play with it. It's a very nice braid. At this time there's a lack of enrichment in Gogol's enclosure. He obnoxiously pats the bedding infront of Dazai's voice so he doesn't fall asleep like the yawning suggests he might.]
So let's play a game. I hear it originated in the United States. Twenty-one questions!
(oh, he's definitely taking the risk, whatever, stab him, like he currently gives a shit. it'll probably be a chuuya, fyodor, and gogol problem if he does, anyway. so, he'll scoot over, resting his head against the man's chest.)
How unimaginative, asking the suicidal man if he does harm to himself. You have the answer.
... Are you not bothered by 'No Longer Human' right now? You usually hate it.
Interesting, is it? Now then, here's a true or false question! ...It would be a easy to overpower you in this feeble state without any assistance.
[Guess that answer counts as his question too. Oh well. To illustrate the point Gogol curls his arms around the weight on his chest and gives a squeeeeze. Get trapped, idiot. Although with that positioning it should be easy to hear the even beat of his heart; testament to his humanity. That's the downside here.]
[But he's not going to have a face crack here. Not allowed?? Dazai would have to get a look at his face anyways. Which he won't be able to because Gogol smooshes his face into his chest and holds it there with a vice grip. Enjoy the a brief panic fluttering of his heart though.]
Nee~ext question. You know just the other day I was thinking that there was a lot of commotion coming from over here! What was that about, hmm?
I'll believe in it when I-- stop pushing my face into your very jacked chest!!! Especially when you're talking about strangling!!! Do this whole routine again and the strangling when I catch some sleep!!!!
(very fun being able to control your heart rate. while he is internally just as nervous, his own beating is a rather calm symphony. dduddum. dduddum. he can hear the acceleration, though, and huh.
oh, gogol. oh.)
Of course there's a lot of commotion here, we fight all the time and Chuuya has no volume-down button. Have you not learned that yet?
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[He skilfully dodges that hand to steal the pillow Dazai is hiding under. Yoink! Exposed.]
cw self harm
and if gogol looks well, some parts of his bandages have some very familiar crimson on them.)
You'd ruin the mood.
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What's this? It's a weird mood to put on display out of nowhere.
[The low energy Dazai is exuding should make it easy to grab him by the wrist and pull his arm out like a rag-doll.]
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(did. did nikolai just touch him, just like that? he's always so adamant regarding wanting nothing to do in dazai's proximity, and the grip doesn't help either. he's staining the bandages even more, the wounds opening from rough contact.)
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What a scary thing to witness. So what drives a detective so full of tenacity one week to do this in the next, I wonder? I can't begin to guess!
[As his hand retreats he wipes the traces of blood against the sheets. Leaves a nice partial hand print.]
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well, he'll have to deal with it as is.)
I'm sleepy, you should just... Shh... Nikolyea, take a nap with me. Let's run away for a minute or two...
(at least there are a few pillows on the bed, and he manages to make a face sandwich with two of them.)
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Dodging questions, Dazai-kun? [He tsk-tsks.] Please do excuse me but I'm not sleepy in the least! So you should tell me a story instead. One about whatever it is you want to run away from so badly.
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(whether that rings true or not is a story for another day. he is, however, extremely low energy, and if the clown is going to be here, he's at least going to lie down, dazai doesn't feel like looking up to look at him from the mattress.
he's stronger than he looks. he'll pull gogol to the mattress with all his strength.)
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This is what what he call a suspicious silence. After all that he watches Dazai breathe with lost look. Caged by thoughts. ]
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What is it that you wanted in the first place, Nikol?
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[Go on, play with it. It's a very nice braid. At this time there's a lack of enrichment in Gogol's enclosure. He obnoxiously pats the bedding infront of Dazai's voice so he doesn't fall asleep like the yawning suggests he might.]
So let's play a game. I hear it originated in the United States. Twenty-one questions!
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Fine, whatever, shoot.
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What's your favorite lie you ever told?
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(haha. haha. he doesn't have energy to laugh. cool that he gets to play with the braid though.
it doesn't fool him, the teen girl energy, but whatever.)
Have you really ever worked as a clown.
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[Better define "work" and "clown" next time for a more straightforward answer.]
My turn! Of all the personal questions I could ask you, what's one you wouldn't want to answer?
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... All of them.
If I sleep on you, will you stab me?
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[Dare to take the risk Dazai? He's being honest here but do you trust this face? This next question he suspects he knows the answer already, but,]
Were these self-inflicted?
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How unimaginative, asking the suicidal man if he does harm to himself. You have the answer.
... Are you not bothered by 'No Longer Human' right now? You usually hate it.
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[Guess that answer counts as his question too. Oh well. To illustrate the point Gogol curls his arms around the weight on his chest and gives a squeeeeze. Get trapped, idiot. Although with that positioning it should be easy to hear the even beat of his heart; testament to his humanity. That's the downside here.]
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(priorities are priorities, he's asking for a friend.
it's fine if he's trapped. dazai feels like going nowhere, and it honestly helps him to hide his face against that beating heart further.)
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Woah! Now that's observant. ahah, ha, hehe, you can't strangle people without good core strength.
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Nee~ext question. You know just the other day I was thinking that there was a lot of commotion coming from over here! What was that about, hmm?
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(GOGOL, WHY. WHY!!!)
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oh, gogol. oh.)
Of course there's a lot of commotion here, we fight all the time and Chuuya has no volume-down button. Have you not learned that yet?
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Fighting was it? I believe you.
[Not only does it sound not at all like he believes them AT ALL, he's also evil, so. Time to call bluffs.]
Even clowns should get a whole eight hours of sleep so I'm afraid the next time you two get that loud I'm going to intrude.
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