[Akira just smiles-- smiles, more than grins, shrugging his shoulders and folding inward just a hair at the table, moving his hand from his chin to his opposite shoulder.]
I like cooking for people, 'n it's your birthday. So, Happy Birthday!
... Ah, you kiddos are definitely going to ruin me a little bit!
(he's soft... look at all these people who like him for some reason he doesn't even understand. the smile on his lips is a both incredulous and a little confused, but he'll dig in, carefully inspecting.)
Mmm, I'd say I'm pretty lucky, too. [He does not elaborate.]
[But he does appreciate Dazai's open enjoyment of his food. One of Akira's many love languages is food and feeding people, and he can't even begin to quantify the joy he derives from other people enjoying what he makes for them.]
Disagree, I think he won in every aspect of this exchange!
(and the food is incredible. he doesn't regret telling akira to come work with him, it might truly be a step towards growing those skills where he has guidance and freedom to experiment with whatever. dazai would never object.)
Ah, you'll be rich in no time, if you continue cooking.
[He doesn't quite preen, so much as wobble happily under the praise. Dazai doesn't seem the type to readily give compliments unless he truly means them, shrewd as he is, so it's a different sort of pride he takes in doing right by him.]
I'm not talking about money. There are other types of rich! Rich in spirit, rich in experience, rich in many things! I've been so rich the numbers didn't make sense to one's eye, and it means absolutely nothing to me, I would happily live in a box!
(as he did. a little shipping container, with almost nothing in it, surrounded by toxic waste. he wasn't happy, but his living conditions never had anything to do with it.)
[He grins, threading his fingers and setting his chin on the backs of his hands.] I prefer my dusty attic to most things, but I could make do with a box. Maybe a box with an umbrella. Like a stray cat.
Ah, we don't only look similar, but we also could live like the same. I tend to attract cats, so if you want to pet some, we can sit elsewhere and wait, too.
(his index finger presses just against akira's spine, to keep him to a better posture, even if he can't say shit, he also is a disgrace about it. the finger stays, though.)
Oh, yes. I'd keep one, but I have almost zero responsibility!
(hopefully akira doesn't have a hand-kink, because dazai has elegant, long, and slender fingers. they tap, tap tap tap, against the other's forearm.)
Nope! It does reduce the amount of touching I tend to get, but it makes me, ah, indispensable. I have never met anyone who had a similar ability whatsoever.
[You know him so fucking well, because yeah, he's admiring those slim fingers and idly skimming two of his own to the bone of his wrist.] You have pretty hands.
(for a moment, he can only blink because this has nothing to do with 'no longer human', and the next moment, he laughs. his spare hand moves on top of the other's, simply for comparison sake.)
Ah, thank you! My fingertips are becoming calloused, I'm learning the violin.
Yeah? I sucked at playing when I was a kid, my parents always wanted me to.
[It's weird to not be able to feel Arsène, but now that he knows it's just Dazai's ability and he's not completely gone, it's easier to adjust to. He draws idle patterns on Dazai's skin with the end of his fingernail.] Sorry, I like hands. They're important, you know?
[His eyes crinkle a little at the corners with a smile, and he shakes his head.] Goro would kill me. Again.
[He drums his fingers over the back of Dazai's wrist.] Mmn. [He doesn't elaborate, but he does keep drawing idle little patterns with his fingertips and fingernails, alternating sensations.]
(they feel nice, and dazai will too have fingers dance on akira's touch, eyes closed, allowing this display of comfort.)
You see, not everyone hates 'No Longer Human'. To some, it calms the storm that their abilities cast within, brings tranquility and a sense of safety. It's the case for Chuuya himself. For others, it feels utterly frightening. How is it for you as it stands?
I don't hate it, [He offers quietly.] Now that I know it's not forever, I don't mind the quiet. [And he's a tactile little fucker, so even if he did he'd probably push through it anyway.]
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I like cooking for people, 'n it's your birthday. So, Happy Birthday!
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(he's soft... look at all these people who like him for some reason he doesn't even understand. the smile on his lips is a both incredulous and a little confused, but he'll dig in, carefully inspecting.)
Twenty-three, huh...
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[He's just gonna chill and watch you eat, don't mind him.] Dang, we'll have to get you a cane next year!
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(occupational hazard in every way for him.)
Thank you, kid.
wow twins!
You can't just tell me things you like and expect me to not feed you, it's a chronic condition for me.
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(he eats, and his expression will say it for him with how excited he is about the taste. wonderful, akira.)
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[But he does appreciate Dazai's open enjoyment of his food. One of Akira's many love languages is food and feeding people, and he can't even begin to quantify the joy he derives from other people enjoying what he makes for them.]
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(and the food is incredible. he doesn't regret telling akira to come work with him, it might truly be a step towards growing those skills where he has guidance and freedom to experiment with whatever. dazai would never object.)
Ah, you'll be rich in no time, if you continue cooking.
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[He doesn't quite preen, so much as wobble happily under the praise. Dazai doesn't seem the type to readily give compliments unless he truly means them, shrewd as he is, so it's a different sort of pride he takes in doing right by him.]
I'm not really in it to get rich.
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(as he did. a little shipping container, with almost nothing in it, surrounded by toxic waste. he wasn't happy, but his living conditions never had anything to do with it.)
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Oh, yes. I'd keep one, but I have almost zero responsibility!
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...I like cats. Just one finger doesn't do your power thing?
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[And then he pivots abruptly and goes to take Dazai's wrist.] Does it bother you, that that happens?
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Nope! It does reduce the amount of touching I tend to get, but it makes me, ah, indispensable. I have never met anyone who had a similar ability whatsoever.
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Ah, thank you! My fingertips are becoming calloused, I'm learning the violin.
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[It's weird to not be able to feel Arsène, but now that he knows it's just Dazai's ability and he's not completely gone, it's easier to adjust to. He draws idle patterns on Dazai's skin with the end of his fingernail.] Sorry, I like hands. They're important, you know?
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(and then y'all judge me for having dazai think akira is cute, look at this.
his eyes close, almost like a kitty who's getting pets, and he sighs.)
Are they? It doesn't bother me at all.
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[He drums his fingers over the back of Dazai's wrist.] Mmn. [He doesn't elaborate, but he does keep drawing idle little patterns with his fingertips and fingernails, alternating sensations.]
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You see, not everyone hates 'No Longer Human'. To some, it calms the storm that their abilities cast within, brings tranquility and a sense of safety. It's the case for Chuuya himself. For others, it feels utterly frightening. How is it for you as it stands?
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