[Now that she only has her school bag to manage, she clasps her hands behind her back and leads the way, not quite skipping, but with a bouncing lightness to her step. It's early enough in the day that the bone-deep weariness hasn't set in, and she hasn't gone back into the forest for a few days, so she's in a good mood. Plus, she made Dazai smile. It's going to be a good day!]
(he can feel the cheeriness in her step, the good mood that sinks into her bones, that's good, isn't it? himself, well... a bit of a mess, but when isn't he? at least he's naturally flamboyant, so there's nothing other than his own joy, whether it's true or not, in the way he hums and enjoys the sun rays on his face.
no leads onto this place, which makes it as interesting as it makes a genius frustrated. onto his personal life, well, dealing with all these feelings towards the men that share his world is complicated. he's already acted out so much.
not that he'll share that, so he'll shrug.)
Added three new methods on how to annoy the living hell out of Chuuya. I can say...! It's been terrific!
[Yeah, she doesn't know any of what's going on in that brain of his; all she can really do for him at this point is be a presence, someone to keep him company who isn't involved in all the weird stuff he talked about last time. It's almost certainly not enough to keep him from wanting to die, but- if she can be a positive presence for as long as he's still around, that's good enough for her, probably.]
Did you give him my pastry? That wasn't one of them, right?
... Technically yes? Technically no? I put it on the high shelf and touched him so he couldn't float to it and grab it... And then I told him I made it.
(so, therefore, due to incidents of dazai drugging the hell out of everyone's food whenever he cooks with uppers, downers, and things that definitely should not be in anyone's system, dazai is perma-banned from the kitchen, and thus, chuuya does not eat whatever comes from dazai.)
For some strange reason, he won't eat anything that comes from me, isn't that inconsiderate... You should give him the pastry yourself next time. Be sure to wear high heels!
[She just sighs at him. What a waste of a good pastry! And she's 99% certain that Dazai definitely did something to make people not trust the food that he gives them.]
Just make sure to get it down again before you get bugs in your room. It's probably already stale...
Oh, I ate it when he wasn't looking! Don't worry, all is fine, it did not go to waste!
(imagine when everyone finds out dazai fucks with the food, and when he doesn't, cooks atrocities just because then people cook on his behalf. works great for him.)
Oh, they're long runs. I've exhausted a lot of them. Seven years of very hard work! But lately, let's see... Ah, fine, they're not new, they're simply recycled. I'm slowly loosening some non-foundational bits of the ceiling, so eventually, he's going to accidentally pull on it when he comes down and hit himself in the face really hard.
Sounds like a Chuuya problem. He is the one sitting on the ceiling upside down, not me.
(their new little hangout spot, isn't that nice? he'll stretch, cat-like, maybe a cracking sound heard from his spine before he sits.)
Chuuya is not a saint, you know. I pay back just how much he annoys me. One year working together and he claimed to have 190 ways of 'punishing me' ranked by order of gentlest to worst.
[She just sighs again at him, but it's not without an element of fondness. Just yeah, alright, whatever their deal is, she's not about to stick her nose into that part. At least not without talking to Chuuya first.
Dazai sits, and she shrugs off her shoulder bag to unzip it and pull out a large blanket. She gives it a few shakes before setting it on the ground -- she'd said a picnic, and she'd meant it!]
The sandwiches are some of the leftover beef and chicken from when we were all trying to cook when the fridges were broken. There's fruit, and tea, and I made cupcakes, too.
[She takes a seat on the blanket and holds out her hand. He had the bag -- he has to give her a sandwich!]
(he just watches in awe, because, lo and behold, some of us never had a picnic! he's looking here, looking there, checking how she sets the items and it's good that she reminded him to hand her the sandwiches, because he's a bit in awe.)
... This is much nicer than coffee and lying lessons, though...
(like, he doesn't deserve it... so very slowly, he'll give her a sandwich, like his brain is trying to take this in.)
[Well, he can take all the time he needs after he hands her that sandwich, because once it's in her hands, she's unwrapping it and taking a big bite. She went through all the effort of making it all, and she's going to enjoy it.]
Hmm... is it? [She pulls some cups out of her bag too and grabs a jar of tea, untwisting the lid and offering it to him first if he wants to pour his own cup.] It's not a competition or anything. I just thought it would be nice to eat outside for once.
[And like, again. We're all dying, bitch, let's get you some fruit.]
(a fact - dazai barely eats, he barely sleeps. it's been a bit better on that front, now that chuuya is forcing him to take better care of himself, but still. it's-- so much food... he laughs a little, taking the jar to pour for both of them.)
[She takes her cup in the other hand, humming contentedly to herself. There's no ulterior motive, no overarching plan. There never is, when she's spending time with people; she tilts her head when he laughs, smiling herself in return.]
It's a lot of food. If you're okay with it, I'd like to actually bring what we don't eat to Fyfy, Nikol and Chuuya.
(fyfy. yes.
the tea is good, he gives out a very satisfied sigh at the taste and warmth, both hands touching the cup for comfort. it's been-- tough. not that he'll talk about it at length, or at all, but just existing is fine.)
I expect we will find more people from my world to appear, and if we do see them, I'd like to pair you with my mentees, if that's alright with you.
[Fyfy... surely that's not Fyodor, but alright. She just shrugs without losing her smile. It doesn't make a difference to her whether or not Dazai eats all of it, or if he gives it to his people. Although--]
Only if you promise me you'll actually tell them it wasn't you who made it so they eat it. [She remembers the pastry incident! And takes another big bite of her sandwich as if to add a period to the end of that sentence. No arguments!
She tilts her head again, this time with more curiosity.] Why do you expect more of them to show up?
(he's holding it out, as if he wants to seal a deal. it's a bit of peacekeeping on his end, considering the agreement that is holding all of them together. fickle, fragile. sometimes, little gestures like these can help relieve some of the tension.)
Simply a matter of mathematics. We're in four, so I don't see why this world wouldn't pull more of us. One of my mentees is in the Mafia still, so his crime list should be enough, I believe.
[She has to set her tea down to get a free pinky, but she does it! And she'll have to remember to check on the others to see if Dazai actually held up his end of the deal. Maybe she should nag Shinji to help her make extra so she can just bring it to them directly...
There's a lot of ask about that, and for a moment, she doesn't know where to start. Eventually she decides on the most pertinent question at the moment to ask,] You... want to pair me up with somebody in the mafia? Why?
[There's no concern, just the same curiosity as ever.]
Because I think you can show him things I couldn't.
(just these things, doing something for someone, being kind without expecting anything, being gentle, these were things that both dazai and the mafia ripped out of akutagawa when he was still under dazai's wings.
he knows for a fact it won't bring her any danger. it takes just a command from dazai for akutagawa to pipe down, after all.)
Besides, there's me and Chuuya here, too. You'll be fine.
Oh, I don't think you'd put me in any danger that I couldn't handle.
[That's a weirdly broad statement, but it's true, at least in her opinion. Dazai can stop abilities, sure, and he can read faces, but there's no benefit to him in hurting her. If anything, it would just cause him more trouble than it's probably worth.
But the idea that he thinks she could help one of his "mentees," whatever that actually means, makes her feel a little good. It's not like she sets out to try to do things like that, but she certainly wouldn't be opposed.]
But sure, I don't mind. I still can't tell if you like Nakahara-san or hate him, though...
(kotone. KOTONE. he's choking on his tea, coughing as he puts it down, disgust printed all over his face as the words echo into his brain, 'like nakahara-san'????? why????? WHY???????)
Ugh, gross, Kotone. Absolutely gross.
(he's even red from all the coughing, and he breathes in, his nose scrunched at the bare thought.)
[Oh my god, isn't she the high schooler here?? She can't help it -- she bursts out laughing while he's choking, because that's one heck of an extreme reaction. Worse than any member of SEES accused of something so heinous as liking a person.]
If you don't like him, why do you want to bring back sandwiches for him?
[Her eyes are sparkling with mirth as she asks her question, munching the last few bites of her sandwich.]
[She can't help it; she's still giggling at him. At least if he dies from this, it's with the knowledge that it made Kotone laugh and not feel bad about it at all.]
Uh-uh, dying isn't allowed on a picnic. [She crumples up the paper wrapping and reaches into the bag for one of the jars of water, passing that across to him to help clear his throat.] Sounds like a lot of work for someone to be incrementally less annoying. Don't worry, I won't tell him.
[She's got your number, mister, even if you don't.]
(oh, please, thank you, this will wash that awful taste in his mouth, bless her.)
Thing is, Kotone-chan. He's infuriatingly annoying, but we've been partners for years and years and years and years. Having him in my corner is a good thing, and he needs me, too, as much as we both can't stand the other, so sometimes being nice is advantageous. I haven't told you his deal, have I?
[She hums and takes another sandwich for herself, settling in for the story. If they've been partners for so long, have they considered... being nice to each other...]
You told me he walks on the ceiling, but that's about it.
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[Now that she only has her school bag to manage, she clasps her hands behind her back and leads the way, not quite skipping, but with a bouncing lightness to her step. It's early enough in the day that the bone-deep weariness hasn't set in, and she hasn't gone back into the forest for a few days, so she's in a good mood. Plus, she made Dazai smile. It's going to be a good day!]
How've you been?
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no leads onto this place, which makes it as interesting as it makes a genius frustrated. onto his personal life, well, dealing with all these feelings towards the men that share his world is complicated. he's already acted out so much.
not that he'll share that, so he'll shrug.)
Added three new methods on how to annoy the living hell out of Chuuya. I can say...! It's been terrific!
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[Yeah, she doesn't know any of what's going on in that brain of his; all she can really do for him at this point is be a presence, someone to keep him company who isn't involved in all the weird stuff he talked about last time. It's almost certainly not enough to keep him from wanting to die, but- if she can be a positive presence for as long as he's still around, that's good enough for her, probably.]
Did you give him my pastry? That wasn't one of them, right?
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(so, therefore, due to incidents of dazai drugging the hell out of everyone's food whenever he cooks with uppers, downers, and things that definitely should not be in anyone's system, dazai is perma-banned from the kitchen, and thus, chuuya does not eat whatever comes from dazai.)
For some strange reason, he won't eat anything that comes from me, isn't that inconsiderate... You should give him the pastry yourself next time. Be sure to wear high heels!
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[She just sighs at him. What a waste of a good pastry! And she's 99% certain that Dazai definitely did something to make people not trust the food that he gives them.]
Just make sure to get it down again before you get bugs in your room. It's probably already stale...
[She's not mad, she's just disappointed.]
So what are the ways you decided to annoy him?
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(imagine when everyone finds out dazai fucks with the food, and when he doesn't, cooks atrocities just because then people cook on his behalf. works great for him.)
Oh, they're long runs. I've exhausted a lot of them. Seven years of very hard work! But lately, let's see... Ah, fine, they're not new, they're simply recycled. I'm slowly loosening some non-foundational bits of the ceiling, so eventually, he's going to accidentally pull on it when he comes down and hit himself in the face really hard.
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[But like also? Really funny, so her tone isn't anywhere near as judgmental as maybe it should be. Just an observation!]
Why does Chuuya-san put up with your antics? If you've been doing stuff like that for seven years...
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(their new little hangout spot, isn't that nice? he'll stretch, cat-like, maybe a cracking sound heard from his spine before he sits.)
Chuuya is not a saint, you know. I pay back just how much he annoys me. One year working together and he claimed to have 190 ways of 'punishing me' ranked by order of gentlest to worst.
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Dazai sits, and she shrugs off her shoulder bag to unzip it and pull out a large blanket. She gives it a few shakes before setting it on the ground -- she'd said a picnic, and she'd meant it!]
The sandwiches are some of the leftover beef and chicken from when we were all trying to cook when the fridges were broken. There's fruit, and tea, and I made cupcakes, too.
[She takes a seat on the blanket and holds out her hand. He had the bag -- he has to give her a sandwich!]
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... This is much nicer than coffee and lying lessons, though...
(like, he doesn't deserve it... so very slowly, he'll give her a sandwich, like his brain is trying to take this in.)
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Hmm... is it? [She pulls some cups out of her bag too and grabs a jar of tea, untwisting the lid and offering it to him first if he wants to pour his own cup.] It's not a competition or anything. I just thought it would be nice to eat outside for once.
[And like, again. We're all dying, bitch, let's get you some fruit.]
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(a fact - dazai barely eats, he barely sleeps. it's been a bit better on that front, now that chuuya is forcing him to take better care of himself, but still. it's-- so much food... he laughs a little, taking the jar to pour for both of them.)
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[She takes her cup in the other hand, humming contentedly to herself. There's no ulterior motive, no overarching plan. There never is, when she's spending time with people; she tilts her head when he laughs, smiling herself in return.]
What's so funny?
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(fyfy. yes.
the tea is good, he gives out a very satisfied sigh at the taste and warmth, both hands touching the cup for comfort. it's been-- tough. not that he'll talk about it at length, or at all, but just existing is fine.)
I expect we will find more people from my world to appear, and if we do see them, I'd like to pair you with my mentees, if that's alright with you.
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Only if you promise me you'll actually tell them it wasn't you who made it so they eat it. [She remembers the pastry incident! And takes another big bite of her sandwich as if to add a period to the end of that sentence. No arguments!
She tilts her head again, this time with more curiosity.] Why do you expect more of them to show up?
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(he's holding it out, as if he wants to seal a deal. it's a bit of peacekeeping on his end, considering the agreement that is holding all of them together. fickle, fragile. sometimes, little gestures like these can help relieve some of the tension.)
Simply a matter of mathematics. We're in four, so I don't see why this world wouldn't pull more of us. One of my mentees is in the Mafia still, so his crime list should be enough, I believe.
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There's a lot of ask about that, and for a moment, she doesn't know where to start. Eventually she decides on the most pertinent question at the moment to ask,] You... want to pair me up with somebody in the mafia? Why?
[There's no concern, just the same curiosity as ever.]
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(just these things, doing something for someone, being kind without expecting anything, being gentle, these were things that both dazai and the mafia ripped out of akutagawa when he was still under dazai's wings.
he knows for a fact it won't bring her any danger. it takes just a command from dazai for akutagawa to pipe down, after all.)
Besides, there's me and Chuuya here, too. You'll be fine.
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[That's a weirdly broad statement, but it's true, at least in her opinion. Dazai can stop abilities, sure, and he can read faces, but there's no benefit to him in hurting her. If anything, it would just cause him more trouble than it's probably worth.
But the idea that he thinks she could help one of his "mentees," whatever that actually means, makes her feel a little good. It's not like she sets out to try to do things like that, but she certainly wouldn't be opposed.]
But sure, I don't mind. I still can't tell if you like Nakahara-san or hate him, though...
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Ugh, gross, Kotone. Absolutely gross.
(he's even red from all the coughing, and he breathes in, his nose scrunched at the bare thought.)
He's a cockroach I can't get rid of. That's all.
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If you don't like him, why do you want to bring back sandwiches for him?
[Her eyes are sparkling with mirth as she asks her question, munching the last few bites of her sandwich.]
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(his voice is even hoarse from all the coughing, please, kotone, PLEASE.)
Because I live with him. If I'm nice once in a while, he's zero zero zero zero zero zero one percent less irritating, Koto-chan.
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Uh-uh, dying isn't allowed on a picnic. [She crumples up the paper wrapping and reaches into the bag for one of the jars of water, passing that across to him to help clear his throat.] Sounds like a lot of work for someone to be incrementally less annoying. Don't worry, I won't tell him.
[She's got your number, mister, even if you don't.]
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Thing is, Kotone-chan. He's infuriatingly annoying, but we've been partners for years and years and years and years. Having him in my corner is a good thing, and he needs me, too, as much as we both can't stand the other, so sometimes being nice is advantageous. I haven't told you his deal, have I?
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[She hums and takes another sandwich for herself, settling in for the story. If they've been partners for so long, have they considered... being nice to each other...]
You told me he walks on the ceiling, but that's about it.
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