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[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?

[nullificates]

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. ]

[nullificates]

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?