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.
[Hmm... meanwhile Kotone is taking notes. Secretaries are the heart of an organization? Hopefully that's not information she'll ever need, but it's good to know in case it ever comes up! One more fact for the little mental notebook (that will be transcribed into the real notebook later, maybe).
Instead she looks at Chuuya, jaw dropping a little,] Is that really true? [Whether it's true or not, she plays along, wiggling her fingers a little.] You can't lose your hair, Dazai-san! I'll finger-comb the knots out, okay?
(under the blankets, if one pays enough attention, they can hear the haunting, bone-chilling whine of dazai osamu, the toddler:
'for your information i fucked all the secretaries youre not that great ok i should have just ghosted and then you would have nowhere to go because they'd knock on your door--')
Ah? See, Chuuya? You need to spend more time with Koto-chan. She's cute. Perhaps you will finally learn your manners.
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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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Instead she looks at Chuuya, jaw dropping a little,] Is that really true? [Whether it's true or not, she plays along, wiggling her fingers a little.] You can't lose your hair, Dazai-san! I'll finger-comb the knots out, okay?
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'for your information i fucked all the secretaries youre not that great ok i should have just ghosted and then you would have nowhere to go because they'd knock on your door--')
Ah? See, Chuuya? You need to spend more time with Koto-chan. She's cute. Perhaps you will finally learn your manners.
(bitch seriously)