(if only she knew how much he loves being petted!! he perks up immediately, head and fluffy hair moving around so she keeps the petting. like a cat, really, he's suddenly in the best of moods.)
Ouch, don't punish me, that one was totally on you!!
(but, alright, it doesn't sound like as what she put at the beginning of this conversation; but he can't help but notice that she didn't answer his question.
[She knows he isn't worried, but she snorts a laugh anyway.]
I knew him before I came here. I trust him with my life. I'm sure you've seen him around? I think he's a little taller than you, but his shoulders are like, way broader.
[She uses her free hand to indicate her guesstimate of Shinji's Wide Shoulders.]
He always wears a big red coat and a beanie. He's going to run Cooking Club for me!
Do I look worried? If he were cute, I'd be cheering for you.
(he's not the abstinence police!! have fun!! discover!! make mistakes!! sometimes, the mistakes have names and addresses and phone numbers and send you bombs!!)
Is he like you? I haven't told anyone, nor will I. I have seen him, just never talked to him myself.
(she can understand what he means, hopefully.)
You know. I'm glad you're-- pet, pet, pet-- doing this club thing. You're a good-- pet, pet, pet? -- kiddo. You're having fun, right?
[Tech...nically true. She told Dazai about the power of the wildcard, which Shinji doesn't have. Everyone else was even able to evolve their Personas to a more powerful form, but Shinji... either never had the chance, or was powerful enough already without it.
Besides, if Shinji wants to tell anyone about his Persona, that's his thing to say, not hers.
But she laughs and keeps petting his hair. Sure, why not, everyone already saw them dancing like idiots to music only they could hear, why not this, too?]
I am having fun. I just hope everybody else has fun, too. You don't have to join anything, but you'll stop by sometimes?
... So not as cute? Please, find someone just as cute. Ah-- and most importantly! Find someone sane! This is the first rule!! Don't date crazy!!
(it's funny, because -- that doesn't mean he isn't an ability user. she said she had a journey, and she had died, and he left it open enough for her to say anything and still have enough deniability to say she hadn't lied in the first place. it's exactly how he would do it, so -- whether it's a half truth or not, he smiles fondly before he stretches his arms forward, fingers intertwined.
after all, she's not the only one keeping secrets. right next door to him, terrorists to the highest degree, who could have dropped by all the times she had been over. one whose a single touch could explode her from inside out - the one she has met, after all.)
May~be! You need to learn how to convince me~ fufufufu!! Ah, pet? Pet! Cigarette... Can you reach my head if I stand?
Hmm... There are a lot of girls who are cuter than I am, but I think Ryoji Mochizuki is the only boy who might have been as cute as me?
[The set to her smile implies that this is a joke specifically for her, and that's because Ryoji was her for a while, kind of. If she'd been a boy, maybe they'd have looked more similar?]
I think I can reach, yeah. Are you saying that pets like this aren't enough to convince you to stop by the club?
[She scratches her fingernails gently against the top of his scalp like she does when she's washing her hair.]
Huh. Classmate? Crush? Enemy? Sane? Sane, right? Tell me he's sane. Don't tell me you have trash taste. I can't deal with it.
(because one is enough. his own!! but she did drop something, and he doesn't care if it wasn't for him. he's drunk, his level of how many fucks he should give at any given moment, which is often very low, drops even lower.
he's so happy, though, she can probably see it in every bit of his expression. after putting his massive tab under a certain other redhead, he stands, bending knees so she can get on his back -- it's a backpack kotone!!)
Two hands, and we'll think about it. Ok? Ok? Think is ok? Pet!!!!!
[Which three apply to him is for Dazai to puzzle out for himself, if he bothers. She laughs when he bends his knees and -- sure, alright. Why not. She hops up on his back without hesitation and pats his head with both hands.]
It's the only thing I adk you, Koto-chan!! Sane has to make the list!! Ok? Promise?
(ah, there, she's secure, and he she's on top of the world! two meters tall super kotone, he's laughing about it so much, and exiting the bar is easy even with her on his back like that.
it's starting to burn away, all the alcohol, and he just keeps walking to... who knows, wherever his feet take them, he guesses? there are pets, so he isn't caring too much about many things right now.
he's also stronger than he looks, so it's not at all tiring.)
You and me! We have to negotiate these visits! You've found my one true weakness!!! Let's be fair about it, okay? 10 minutes of petting for 20 minutes of Dazai in the Clubs!
[Ah, the night air is brisk, a welcome relief from the heat of the bar. Anyway, she can't guarantee sane, because... well. Back then, she'd assumed she'd never see him again. But if she could arrive here, then maybe he could, too. Though would he be Ryoji, or the Appraiser...? That's scary to think about.
So she doesn't. She just buries her hands in Dazai's hair and lets herself enjoy the ride, giggling a little.]
I don't know, you seem to enjoy this a lot... five minutes of petting for twenty minutes of club time?
[Honestly if he hadn't said they "have to negotiate," she'd have just accepted his terms.]
Anyway, is this what it's like being tall? I can see so much!!
Mhm... 10 minutes of petting with thirty seconds break after five minutes. Of course I like this a lot! I really like touch! Not everyone likes to touch me, you know! ... Ah, most people, it's most people.
(everyone around him bears an ability, and it can be alarming to suddenly have it contained, a wash separating the user and the skill. not pleasant for those who are so awfully careful, as they should be around dazai.
his head tilts back to look at her, humming a little.)
I'll tell you a secret! Not so great! I hit my head a lot! I don't fit into bathtubs! I bump everywhere!!
[She tugs gently on one of his curls, not as punishment, but just to test its length as she keeps patting his head. She giggles when he talks about bumping his head, but,] Sometimes I can't reach stuff on high shelves. I bet you don't have that problem, huh?
[She pats his head again and looks up at the stars, humming quietly to herself.]
People don't usually touch me, either, but for you... it's because of your ability, isn't it?
Then! I'll think about it too! It's an ongoing negotiation.
(he doesn't even feel the tug. his hair is definitely long, some curls and waves giving it the fluffy shape and texture as it looks - and well, it's always messy, so he doesn't mind it.
his own experience is obvious. hers, not so much.)
Yep. It's scary, don't you think? Why would anyone not want to come near you?
[She doesn't think Dazai would hurt her, after all. If she were in a situation where she'd need to summon her Persona, she trusts that he'd let her do it. She keeps gently tugging at the curlier parts of his hair, untangling it where she can.]
And I don't know if it was that, but... after my parents died, people didn't really... care for me, that much? [Her voice is neutral, a little pensive, but not regretful; she's just stating a fact.] And by the time I met most of my friends in my second year, they're all pretty proper, so... it just wasn't something we did a lot of. Touch, I mean.
You don't think it's scary because it doesn't work on you. Imagine you could teleport? You'd be trapped if I was around!
(and that's why some people avoid touching him so often! it strips them of their lifeline, their own selves in some ways. he understands it, but he absolutely adores being touched, so-- the dilemma.)
Ah, we get the life of orphans really well around here. Well, you can get all the hugs on Earth from me! I care about you.
[Eh. She simply isn't going to think about that; she likes Dazai, and having to think she should be afraid around him would be too heartbreaking, so she simply won't.
His comment catches her breath for a moment, and it takes her a few beats to resume petting his head, time which he can probably assume is her trying to process that blunt of an admission. It's just not something people say to her.]
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--- You're gonna live with a boy?!?!?!?!
(don't. stop. the petting.)
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Probably not in the same room. It's a whole house.
[Also like, it's Shinji? It wouldn't be weird even if they were in the same room. At least, not for her.]
But it's really his decision.
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(he's even got his eyes closed. the curls on top of his head undo, and then slowly spring back into shape.)
... He's cute at least? Diss, girl, diss.
(and he calls himself straight.)
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I didn't hear what Astralin-san said to Aragaki-senpai. He offered me a room and said he made the same offer to Senpai.
[She pats his head again in apology for the tug.]
Besides, didn't you just offer for me to stay with you and Chuuya? Two boys?
[Men but like, still. It's the principle of the thing.]
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(but, alright, it doesn't sound like as what she put at the beginning of this conversation; but he can't help but notice that she didn't answer his question.
putting that on [x] yes...)
We're too old for you!! It's not the same!!
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[She knows he isn't worried, but she snorts a laugh anyway.]
I knew him before I came here. I trust him with my life. I'm sure you've seen him around? I think he's a little taller than you, but his shoulders are like, way broader.
[She uses her free hand to indicate her guesstimate of Shinji's Wide Shoulders.]
He always wears a big red coat and a beanie. He's going to run Cooking Club for me!
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(he's not the abstinence police!! have fun!! discover!! make mistakes!! sometimes, the mistakes have names and addresses and phone numbers and send you bombs!!)
Is he like you? I haven't told anyone, nor will I. I have seen him, just never talked to him myself.
(she can understand what he means, hopefully.)
You know. I'm glad you're-- pet, pet, pet-- doing this club thing. You're a good-- pet, pet, pet? -- kiddo. You're having fun, right?
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He is cute! But he's not like me.
[Tech...nically true. She told Dazai about the power of the wildcard, which Shinji doesn't have. Everyone else was even able to evolve their Personas to a more powerful form, but Shinji... either never had the chance, or was powerful enough already without it.
Besides, if Shinji wants to tell anyone about his Persona, that's his thing to say, not hers.
But she laughs and keeps petting his hair. Sure, why not, everyone already saw them dancing like idiots to music only they could hear, why not this, too?]
I am having fun. I just hope everybody else has fun, too. You don't have to join anything, but you'll stop by sometimes?
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(it's funny, because -- that doesn't mean he isn't an ability user. she said she had a journey, and she had died, and he left it open enough for her to say anything and still have enough deniability to say she hadn't lied in the first place. it's exactly how he would do it, so -- whether it's a half truth or not, he smiles fondly before he stretches his arms forward, fingers intertwined.
after all, she's not the only one keeping secrets. right next door to him, terrorists to the highest degree, who could have dropped by all the times she had been over. one whose a single touch could explode her from inside out - the one she has met, after all.)
May~be! You need to learn how to convince me~ fufufufu!! Ah, pet? Pet! Cigarette... Can you reach my head if I stand?
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[The set to her smile implies that this is a joke specifically for her, and that's because Ryoji was her for a while, kind of. If she'd been a boy, maybe they'd have looked more similar?]
I think I can reach, yeah. Are you saying that pets like this aren't enough to convince you to stop by the club?
[She scratches her fingernails gently against the top of his scalp like she does when she's washing her hair.]
C'mon, up you get, Mister Kitty.
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(because one is enough. his own!! but she did drop something, and he doesn't care if it wasn't for him. he's drunk, his level of how many fucks he should give at any given moment, which is often very low, drops even lower.
he's so happy, though, she can probably see it in every bit of his expression. after putting his massive tab under a certain other redhead, he stands, bending knees so she can get on his back -- it's a backpack kotone!!)
Two hands, and we'll think about it. Ok? Ok? Think is ok? Pet!!!!!
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[Which three apply to him is for Dazai to puzzle out for himself, if he bothers. She laughs when he bends his knees and -- sure, alright. Why not. She hops up on his back without hesitation and pats his head with both hands.]
Who's "we" thinking about it?
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(ah, there, she's secure, and he she's on top of the world! two meters tall super kotone, he's laughing about it so much, and exiting the bar is easy even with her on his back like that.
it's starting to burn away, all the alcohol, and he just keeps walking to... who knows, wherever his feet take them, he guesses? there are pets, so he isn't caring too much about many things right now.
he's also stronger than he looks, so it's not at all tiring.)
You and me! We have to negotiate these visits! You've found my one true weakness!!! Let's be fair about it, okay? 10 minutes of petting for 20 minutes of Dazai in the Clubs!
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[Ah, the night air is brisk, a welcome relief from the heat of the bar. Anyway, she can't guarantee sane, because... well. Back then, she'd assumed she'd never see him again. But if she could arrive here, then maybe he could, too. Though would he be Ryoji, or the Appraiser...? That's scary to think about.
So she doesn't. She just buries her hands in Dazai's hair and lets herself enjoy the ride, giggling a little.]
I don't know, you seem to enjoy this a lot... five minutes of petting for twenty minutes of club time?
[Honestly if he hadn't said they "have to negotiate," she'd have just accepted his terms.]
Anyway, is this what it's like being tall? I can see so much!!
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(everyone around him bears an ability, and it can be alarming to suddenly have it contained, a wash separating the user and the skill. not pleasant for those who are so awfully careful, as they should be around dazai.
his head tilts back to look at her, humming a little.)
I'll tell you a secret! Not so great! I hit my head a lot! I don't fit into bathtubs! I bump everywhere!!
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[She tugs gently on one of his curls, not as punishment, but just to test its length as she keeps patting his head. She giggles when he talks about bumping his head, but,] Sometimes I can't reach stuff on high shelves. I bet you don't have that problem, huh?
[She pats his head again and looks up at the stars, humming quietly to herself.]
People don't usually touch me, either, but for you... it's because of your ability, isn't it?
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(he doesn't even feel the tug. his hair is definitely long, some curls and waves giving it the fluffy shape and texture as it looks - and well, it's always messy, so he doesn't mind it.
his own experience is obvious. hers, not so much.)
Yep. It's scary, don't you think? Why would anyone not want to come near you?
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[She doesn't think Dazai would hurt her, after all. If she were in a situation where she'd need to summon her Persona, she trusts that he'd let her do it. She keeps gently tugging at the curlier parts of his hair, untangling it where she can.]
And I don't know if it was that, but... after my parents died, people didn't really... care for me, that much? [Her voice is neutral, a little pensive, but not regretful; she's just stating a fact.] And by the time I met most of my friends in my second year, they're all pretty proper, so... it just wasn't something we did a lot of. Touch, I mean.
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(and that's why some people avoid touching him so often! it strips them of their lifeline, their own selves in some ways. he understands it, but he absolutely adores being touched, so-- the dilemma.)
Ah, we get the life of orphans really well around here. Well, you can get all the hugs on Earth from me! I care about you.
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[Eh. She simply isn't going to think about that; she likes Dazai, and having to think she should be afraid around him would be too heartbreaking, so she simply won't.
His comment catches her breath for a moment, and it takes her a few beats to resume petting his head, time which he can probably assume is her trying to process that blunt of an admission. It's just not something people say to her.]
Mm. Thanks! I care about you, too. [Pat pat pat.]