[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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[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.]