[Chuuya watches as Kotone takes her sip of wine, and sees that nose wrinkle as well. Cute. It's an acquired taste, for sure. Maybe he should find some sweeter drinks for next time. They've got fruit here, it can't be that hard to make some sangria or something.]
I was a wild little brat when I was a kid, so frankly? I'm grateful to her. I'd never be able to do half the shit I do without her teaching.
[Let's just not mention the torture lessons to Kotone--]
And eh, 'training' is a way of putting it I guess. As far as I can recall, I've always been able to use my ability.
[Well, it's the truth. Even if it's because he can't recall anything before. He pokes his mostly empty wine glass-- a dim red glow coats it, causing the glass to float midair.] So it's always been pretty much instinctual to me, just something I had to fine tune and work on expanding my finesse and techniques. But abilities are about as unique as the people who have them, so having a single 'teaching method' doesn't really work with us.
[She ducks her head a little with the pat, giving him a bit of an exasperated look. If she were pettier, she'd take another sip from her wine as if to prove that he doesn't need to baby her but-- nah. There's no point; he already saw it.
She just listens with interest as they describe Chuuya's mentor, deciding that the truth is probably somewhere between Dazai's assessment and Chuuya's admission. It's hard to make a judgement of someone without meeting her for herself, after all, so she just shrugs and nods, filing that information away in case it comes up later.
Instead, her eyes focus on the floating glass as Chuuya lifts it, nodding again as she watches it hover -- watching Dazai, too, guessing he's probably going to want to show off his own ability in return.] I guess that makes sense. If everybody's different, you can't really just... "one size fits all" for anybody.
[It's not unlike how they all had to learn their Personas individual skills and how to use them for themselves. They could be shown how to use the Evoker (at least, some people were properly shown...), but learning to actually use it had been the same trial-and-error for all of them.]
'One size fits all' is honestly one of the greatest lies in life! Nothing is for everyone.
(it doesn't look like dazai's moving, almost as if he's disinterested altogether by 'upon the tainted sorrow' - and honestly, he kind of has seen it too much. it's 'corruption' that gets his blood running and wide eyes, after all.
and then, it all happens too fast, dazai doesn't even look at the glass before moving as fast as he can to touch it, so it breaks - although he knows that chuuya will most likely know this was dazai's plan all along, and catch it himself.
should that go as that, dazai's gonna run out of the table to laugh. hide. get the nail polish. something!!!! his laughter fills the room.)
Pretty much. And trying to force people into that just asks for trouble. Ugh, Dazai...!
[They were prime examples of that, maybe.
Dazai moves fast, but Chuuya knows him well enough to know it was only a matter of time before Dazai went for his glass. His hand darts out, just catching the wine glass, though a few drops slosh out onto the table regardless, which earns a sour little tch from him.
He rolls his eyes as he drains what little is left in his glass before setting it aside, offering Kotone a conspiratorial smirk.] He's one of those people that if you put a 'don't touch' on something, he'll have to get his hands all over it just to be contrary.
[She hums, but before she can comment, Dazai is pulling his stunt and-- she knew it! She's laughing right along with him, turning around in her chair,] You're super predictable, Dazai-san!!
[She's still giggling as she glances back to Chuuya and goes back to shoveling food in her mouth.] I'm starting to see that from him. But if you put a sign with his name on it, he'd still touch it, huh?
[Another snorted laugh. Gosh, her cheeks hurt from all this smiling.]
(the fufufufufus become louder with kotone's laughter, and ah, he's happy! glad to be a little piece of shit, but just because he's hiding far away, it doesn't mean he can't hear the conversation from the bed where he's stretched out, like kitty.)
Or I won't touch it! I'm like a cat! I do what I want!
At least cats are cute, sheesh!! And if you think you're skipping dinner to go roll around in bed, you've got another thing coming, mackerel! Get back here!
[He glances at Kotone and offers her a brief smile as he gets up from his seat, and then--
He's walking over to the sleeping area, staring at Dazai stretched out before grabbing the top blanket and wrapping the man up like a burrito, following the motion with tossing him over his shoulder. Family dinner time, everyone at the table!!]
Try for a second to have some manners with Kotone-chan around, yha weirdo.
[Hey, if Dazai doesn't want to eat, that's his busines-- oh? She blinks when Chuuya stands up and turns around in her seat to watch what shenanigans are about to unfold. Her jaw drops when Dazai is unceremoniously bundled up into a burrito, and the laugh that escapes her open mouth is a shocked, startled noise of purest delight. And with Chuuya bodily carrying him back lecturing him about manners while Dazai is slung like a sack over his shoulder--?!
She doesn't know if she'll ever be able to stop laughing. There are tears in the corners of her eyes from how hard she's laughing.]
Is it-- is it always like this? [she manages through wheezing laughter.]
(he can't do anything, not really. this is actual chuuya strength, not at all his ability, and while dazai can hold up against chuuya for a brief moment, that's shortlived, so he's not even going to try, it's a waste of time and energy, so he just allows himself to be burritoed. what he won't do, however, is go silently and completely fightless, so his teeth sink on chuuya's back.
die, bitch, die? his words are muffled, he never let go.)
I'M AWDOWRABLE!!!!!!! SLUG!!! TINY MAFRISOOSO!!!! DOUBE BLACK SIFEKICK!!!
[That's the thing about being a partner with a guy who can nullify abilities: It meant Chuuya had to get stronger so it didn't matter as much if his ability was nullified or not.
It also meant Chuuya could carry Dazai's twiggy body around as much as he liked.
He lets out a yelp when Dazai sinks his teeth into his back, arching away from the sharp pain with a snarl.]
Seriously? Yha call that adorable?! [Kotone's laughter, however, gets a grin out of Chuuya regardless of Dazai being a petty cat.] Yep, always. There's nothing he likes more than being a pain in the ass.
[And yet, in many ways... it just looks like two young men playing around, roughhousing in a way that carried years of familiarity.]
[It's behavior like this that just solidifies her opinion -- Dazai and Chuuya aren't bad people. At least, not here, not now. She covers her mouth behind both hands to try to control her laughter, trying to rein it back in so she can speak.]
Dazai-san, won't you come finish dinner with us? Then we can paint our nails like you promised...
[Though if they wanted to keep burrito-wrestling, they sure can. She's eating either way once she can trust herself not to choke on it from laughing at them. It's a good thing the two of them have each other, she thinks; more than just the stuff Dazai always says about their abilities, but because they know each other like this.]
Sidekick!!! Sidekick!!!!! Sidekicks don't get opinions!!
(the drama that comes out of his mouth as he gets KIDPANNED!! ah, absurd, completely-- he doesn't mind, kotone is laughing so hard, even though this is pretty much how their lives look like. he`s dropped by his seat, and he snuggles further into his blanket, this is actually very comfortable? he's not so unhappy, but instead, he turns to his wine, because he's a rascal.)
I'm here, I'm here!! There, Koto-chan, I know being so close to Chuuya sucks, so I came to save you against my own will! Ah, on the nails... My hands are very talented! I can do precision work, so what do you two think of nail art?
You kidding me? I was the one doing all the fightin', so that makes you the supporting role! Hell, you were practically a distressed damsel sometimes.
[He childishly musses Dazai's hair once he dumps him in the chair and for good measure, pats Kotone's head as he makes his way back to his own seat to pour himself another glass of wine. He doesn't seem annoyed at all, he looks pleased and amused if anything. Kotone is laughing, Dazai seems comfortable, and Chuuya... is content. It's nice. If this became a regular thing for them? Even better.
He's just taking a sip of wine when Dazai says that, and though perhaps Dazai doesn't mean that last bit to sound suggestive, it still sends him coughing, face heating.]
[She's still trying to stifle her giggles as Dazai wiggles his way comfortably into his blanket-prison, shaking her head a little at the absurdity of it all. It's kind of what she imagines growing up with brothers might be like? Everyone in SEES was so serious most of the time -- if they hadn't all had the weight of the world on their shoulders, is this what it would have been like?
She mirrors Dazai in drinking from her own wine glass. She was going to ask Chuuya to share stories about Dazai being a damsel in distress, because that sounds really funny, actually, and she was also going to agree to nail art, but then there's Chuuya's reaction and- Oh, is that what he'd meant? Her eyes sparkle with a bit of mischief as she looks between the two of them, but mercifully chooses not to voice anything.]
Nail art sounds really fun! [Over the sound of Chuuya's coughing.] We could do flowers, or animals, or even just alternate colors. Red and black would look pretty striking together, I think!
Without my plans, you'd just punch walls until something happened!!
(they also often have the weight of the world on their shoulders, and often, dazai's suggestion is 'let's give up and die', but alas. there's space for the absurd anywhere, everywhere, and that helps lift off the veil of somberness that covers one's eyes. perhaps wanting to die makes him not take things so seriously, maybe, perhaps. if only kotone had seen him in his current predicament, that he hasn't even been through yet - poison running through his veins, thirty minutes to murder fyodor and get the antidote, save the world, unvampire chuuya, and he's there, hitting on sigma and dancing with him against the poor man's will, just so glad to have space to stretch his long ass legs.
either way, it's bad to bring attention to it on one hand, on the other, ahaha, he's gonna laugh at chuuya out loud, he can't help it. he puts his hands on kotone's ears, as if he was going to protect her from what comes, but it's just him laughing himself to death--)
Think of the children!!! I'm talking about my stealing, safe-opening, lock-picking skills!! The CHILDREN!!!
(he's gonna cry laughing, help...)
What about...! Fufufufufufu-- hold on-- fufufufufu-- all pink, with black tips, and I can throw some flowers there for good measure-- FUFUFUFUFU...
[Kotone's attempt to keep her silence for Chuuya's sake is deeply appreciated, because Chuuya's unfortunately getting used to the innuendo Dazai slips into conversation, the flirtations, and this is where that leads.
His face is bright red now as Dazai devolved into laughter, and he snarls as he resists the temptation to throw his glass of wine at Dazai.] Oh shut up, you degenerate!!! You know as well as I do that's one of the pick up lines you use on every pretty lady who walks by!
[Let Kotone think Chuuya is just easily embarrassed, hell, let her think he's a prude, even if he isn't. But Chuuya refuses to be talking about this right now. He clears his throat, trying to cool himself off while Dazai cackles like a madman.] I... red with black tips. That sounds cool.
[Don't cover her ears!! She swats his hands away with another laugh of her own and shrugs a little sheepishly at Chuuya. Sorry, she tried her best! But he gets a thumbs-up about the nail polish suggestion.
...Wait.]
Does that actually work? [That line, that is. Sure, Chuuya, she'll pretend to believe this is all about somebody else and definitely doesn't have anything to do with the way they act around each other and also the fact that the beds are pushed together which does say so, so much.]
Hehehehe. Five years is a lot! Like a lot!!! Ah, I'm having trouble breathing-- anything else? We can have Chuuya take a look at your hair while I do your nails... And then you can do Chuuya's hair, and my hair is perfect as is!
(no, it isn't...
at her age, he was already big time slut, so he's just being a hypocrite for the sake of laughter. he would totally give her a very honest The Talk, unfortunately or fortunately to her. man's got experience.
and at the words, he shrugs, palms up like he's innocent.)
If they were Port Mafia, my success rate increased, for sure. His secretary fell for that one.
Do you want me to comment with what you were doing at her age?
[Deadpan, utterly deadpan as he walks off to find a brush before quickly returning. Because He Knows. He has had to drag Dazai's ass out of more love hotels than--
What.]
Just how many times did you sleep with my secretary, bastard?!
[She scoots back away from the table, shaking her head at them both as her shoulders shake with residual laughter. She'll take her wine with her, though! She's still working on the single glass because she's a responsible kid and doesn't know how quickly is Too Quickly to drink it.]
I really don't need the details. I just wanted to know if lines like that actually worked!
(he was about to say that, yeah, a lotta times, yes, they do, it's usually the double suicide ones that fail, but then she says she'll brush his hair, and he hides completely in his burrito cave.)
How silly he looks right now is at least helping with that urge, somewhat. Kotone's request draws a grin to his lips.] Oh come on, you need to brush your hair more anyway. Who'd you rather do it, me or Kotone-chan?
[Oh, tea. She takes another drink from her wine glass and sets it aside to start pulling her silver XXII hair pins out of her hair take it out of its ponytail. Her hair isn't the longest, only coming down to just about her shoulders when it's undone, but it's thick and well-maintained, at least the best she can do with Aldrip supplies.]
Come out, Dazai-san. It's basically pets.
[But by all means, keep talking about this business with the secretary. This is very funny.]
And you specifically had to fuck my secretary to do it, huh?
[Sourly said.
But Dazai's protests get a mocking laugh out of Chuuya.] If you don't brush your hair regularly, it can lead to hair loss, you know? All those knots matted together stress the hair out if you just leave 'em.
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I was a wild little brat when I was a kid, so frankly? I'm grateful to her. I'd never be able to do half the shit I do without her teaching.
[Let's just not mention the torture lessons to Kotone--]
And eh, 'training' is a way of putting it I guess. As far as I can recall, I've always been able to use my ability.
[Well, it's the truth. Even if it's because he can't recall anything before. He pokes his mostly empty wine glass-- a dim red glow coats it, causing the glass to float midair.] So it's always been pretty much instinctual to me, just something I had to fine tune and work on expanding my finesse and techniques. But abilities are about as unique as the people who have them, so having a single 'teaching method' doesn't really work with us.
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She just listens with interest as they describe Chuuya's mentor, deciding that the truth is probably somewhere between Dazai's assessment and Chuuya's admission. It's hard to make a judgement of someone without meeting her for herself, after all, so she just shrugs and nods, filing that information away in case it comes up later.
Instead, her eyes focus on the floating glass as Chuuya lifts it, nodding again as she watches it hover -- watching Dazai, too, guessing he's probably going to want to show off his own ability in return.] I guess that makes sense. If everybody's different, you can't really just... "one size fits all" for anybody.
[It's not unlike how they all had to learn their Personas individual skills and how to use them for themselves. They could be shown how to use the Evoker (at least, some people were properly shown...), but learning to actually use it had been the same trial-and-error for all of them.]
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(it doesn't look like dazai's moving, almost as if he's disinterested altogether by 'upon the tainted sorrow' - and honestly, he kind of has seen it too much. it's 'corruption' that gets his blood running and wide eyes, after all.
and then, it all happens too fast, dazai doesn't even look at the glass before moving as fast as he can to touch it, so it breaks - although he knows that chuuya will most likely know this was dazai's plan all along, and catch it himself.
should that go as that, dazai's gonna run out of the table to laugh. hide. get the nail polish. something!!!! his laughter fills the room.)
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[They were prime examples of that, maybe.
Dazai moves fast, but Chuuya knows him well enough to know it was only a matter of time before Dazai went for his glass. His hand darts out, just catching the wine glass, though a few drops slosh out onto the table regardless, which earns a sour little tch from him.
He rolls his eyes as he drains what little is left in his glass before setting it aside, offering Kotone a conspiratorial smirk.] He's one of those people that if you put a 'don't touch' on something, he'll have to get his hands all over it just to be contrary.
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[She hums, but before she can comment, Dazai is pulling his stunt and-- she knew it! She's laughing right along with him, turning around in her chair,] You're super predictable, Dazai-san!!
[She's still giggling as she glances back to Chuuya and goes back to shoveling food in her mouth.] I'm starting to see that from him. But if you put a sign with his name on it, he'd still touch it, huh?
[Another snorted laugh. Gosh, her cheeks hurt from all this smiling.]
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Or I won't touch it! I'm like a cat! I do what I want!
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[He glances at Kotone and offers her a brief smile as he gets up from his seat, and then--
He's walking over to the sleeping area, staring at Dazai stretched out before grabbing the top blanket and wrapping the man up like a burrito, following the motion with tossing him over his shoulder. Family dinner time, everyone at the table!!]
Try for a second to have some manners with Kotone-chan around, yha weirdo.
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She doesn't know if she'll ever be able to stop laughing. There are tears in the corners of her eyes from how hard she's laughing.]
Is it-- is it always like this? [she manages through wheezing laughter.]
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die, bitch, die? his words are muffled, he never let go.)
I'M AWDOWRABLE!!!!!!! SLUG!!! TINY MAFRISOOSO!!!! DOUBE BLACK SIFEKICK!!!
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It also meant Chuuya could carry Dazai's twiggy body around as much as he liked.
He lets out a yelp when Dazai sinks his teeth into his back, arching away from the sharp pain with a snarl.]
Seriously? Yha call that adorable?! [Kotone's laughter, however, gets a grin out of Chuuya regardless of Dazai being a petty cat.] Yep, always. There's nothing he likes more than being a pain in the ass.
[And yet, in many ways... it just looks like two young men playing around, roughhousing in a way that carried years of familiarity.]
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Dazai-san, won't you come finish dinner with us? Then we can paint our nails like you promised...
[Though if they wanted to keep burrito-wrestling, they sure can. She's eating either way once she can trust herself not to choke on it from laughing at them. It's a good thing the two of them have each other, she thinks; more than just the stuff Dazai always says about their abilities, but because they know each other like this.]
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(the drama that comes out of his mouth as he gets KIDPANNED!! ah, absurd, completely-- he doesn't mind, kotone is laughing so hard, even though this is pretty much how their lives look like. he`s dropped by his seat, and he snuggles further into his blanket, this is actually very comfortable? he's not so unhappy, but instead, he turns to his wine, because he's a rascal.)
I'm here, I'm here!! There, Koto-chan, I know being so close to Chuuya sucks, so I came to save you against my own will! Ah, on the nails... My hands are very talented! I can do precision work, so what do you two think of nail art?
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[He childishly musses Dazai's hair once he dumps him in the chair and for good measure, pats Kotone's head as he makes his way back to his own seat to pour himself another glass of wine. He doesn't seem annoyed at all, he looks pleased and amused if anything. Kotone is laughing, Dazai seems comfortable, and Chuuya... is content. It's nice. If this became a regular thing for them? Even better.
He's just taking a sip of wine when Dazai says that, and though perhaps Dazai doesn't mean that last bit to sound suggestive, it still sends him coughing, face heating.]
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She mirrors Dazai in drinking from her own wine glass. She was going to ask Chuuya to share stories about Dazai being a damsel in distress, because that sounds really funny, actually, and she was also going to agree to nail art, but then there's Chuuya's reaction and- Oh, is that what he'd meant? Her eyes sparkle with a bit of mischief as she looks between the two of them, but mercifully chooses not to voice anything.]
Nail art sounds really fun! [Over the sound of Chuuya's coughing.] We could do flowers, or animals, or even just alternate colors. Red and black would look pretty striking together, I think!
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(they also often have the weight of the world on their shoulders, and often, dazai's suggestion is 'let's give up and die', but alas. there's space for the absurd anywhere, everywhere, and that helps lift off the veil of somberness that covers one's eyes. perhaps wanting to die makes him not take things so seriously, maybe, perhaps. if only kotone had seen him in his current predicament, that he hasn't even been through yet - poison running through his veins, thirty minutes to murder fyodor and get the antidote, save the world, unvampire chuuya, and he's there, hitting on sigma and dancing with him against the poor man's will, just so glad to have space to stretch his long ass legs.
either way, it's bad to bring attention to it on one hand, on the other, ahaha, he's gonna laugh at chuuya out loud, he can't help it. he puts his hands on kotone's ears, as if he was going to protect her from what comes, but it's just him laughing himself to death--)
Think of the children!!! I'm talking about my stealing, safe-opening, lock-picking skills!! The CHILDREN!!!
(he's gonna cry laughing, help...)
What about...! Fufufufufufu-- hold on-- fufufufufu-- all pink, with black tips, and I can throw some flowers there for good measure-- FUFUFUFUFU...
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His face is bright red now as Dazai devolved into laughter, and he snarls as he resists the temptation to throw his glass of wine at Dazai.] Oh shut up, you degenerate!!! You know as well as I do that's one of the pick up lines you use on every pretty lady who walks by!
[Let Kotone think Chuuya is just easily embarrassed, hell, let her think he's a prude, even if he isn't. But Chuuya refuses to be talking about this right now. He clears his throat, trying to cool himself off while Dazai cackles like a madman.] I... red with black tips. That sounds cool.
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[Don't cover her ears!! She swats his hands away with another laugh of her own and shrugs a little sheepishly at Chuuya. Sorry, she tried her best! But he gets a thumbs-up about the nail polish suggestion.
...Wait.]
Does that actually work? [That line, that is. Sure, Chuuya, she'll pretend to believe this is all about somebody else and definitely doesn't have anything to do with the way they act around each other and also the fact that the beds are pushed together which does say so, so much.]
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(no, it isn't...
at her age, he was already big time slut, so he's just being a hypocrite for the sake of laughter. he would totally give her a very honest The Talk, unfortunately or fortunately to her. man's got experience.
and at the words, he shrugs, palms up like he's innocent.)
If they were Port Mafia, my success rate increased, for sure. His secretary fell for that one.
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[Deadpan, utterly deadpan as he walks off to find a brush before quickly returning. Because He Knows. He has had to drag Dazai's ass out of more love hotels than--
What.]
Just how many times did you sleep with my secretary, bastard?!
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I really don't need the details. I just wanted to know if lines like that actually worked!
[Also-]
At least let me brush your hair, okay, Dazai-san?
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(he was about to say that, yeah, a lotta times, yes, they do, it's usually the double suicide ones that fail, but then she says she'll brush his hair, and he hides completely in his burrito cave.)
No!!!
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[Stay. Calm. Do not strangle Dazai.
How silly he looks right now is at least helping with that urge, somewhat. Kotone's request draws a grin to his lips.] Oh come on, you need to brush your hair more anyway. Who'd you rather do it, me or Kotone-chan?
[The answer is obvious.]
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Come out, Dazai-san. It's basically pets.
[But by all means, keep talking about this business with the secretary. This is very funny.]
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(it comes from the dazai-shaped ghost at the table. so did he fuck for gossip? KINDA, YEAH, SORTA, BUT YEAH? some of us have many interests.
even at kotone's attempt to convince him, he won't budge, hiding even further.)
No hair brushing. Petting ok. Don't rip off my scalp!!! My hair has many knots!! If you brush it, it poofs!! No brushing. Brush Chuuya's.
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[Sourly said.
But Dazai's protests get a mocking laugh out of Chuuya.] If you don't brush your hair regularly, it can lead to hair loss, you know? All those knots matted together stress the hair out if you just leave 'em.
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