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[nullificates]

young lady, i was thinking about you! it's dazai osamu. you're settling in okay?

[orphne]

Nice to hear from you, Dazai-san! I think I am, actually.

How're things with you?

[nullificates]

not bad at all, i think!

i was thinking about a thing!

[orphne]

You think?

What were you thinking about?

[nullificates]

come grocery shopping with me!

[orphne]

Sure, I don't mind! No one else wanted to go with you?

[nullificates]

that's very mean!!!

i have to deal with a clown, a very angry tiny thing, and an anemic russian genius. i need a break!!!

[orphne]

Sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. I was just surprised!

Your friends sound pretty interesting!

[nullificates]

eh more on the interesting less on the friends

[orphne]

Hmmm... if you say so!

So what kind of groceries do you need?

[nullificates]

any and all! meet me outside the inn!

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[orphne]

[She doesn't bother to respond. It isn't like she has anything better to do at the moment, so she just grabs her jacket and tosses it on over her blouse before heading downstairs to meet up with him. She looks a little tired, but masks it behind a smile as she clasps her hands behind her back and heads toward him.]

Any and all, huh? I guess you're not picky.

[nullificates]

(ah, the niceness of being able to come and go. he is no longer wearing his prison uniform, but instead, something akin to what he wore back home, sans his signature trenchcoat. the bandages are nicely secure, and he seems on an impeccable mood - two can be masking, it seems.)

Kooootone-chan! ♪♪ It's nice to see you! Ah-- I'm not, but I'm not the one who can cook from that list. It's the tiny little angry annoying thing, you see? I have no idea what he can make, so I'll just buy random things and see how he goes. Maybe we can grab a coffee before we go for it!

[orphne]

Coffee sounds good! Does the tiny little angry annoying thing have a name?

[She doesn't sound chiding or judgemental, just curious. It's really not her business what Dazai decides to call him friends acquaintances, though it does make her idly wonder what he calls her to others.]

Maybe I can help with picking out ingredients. I'm not as good as Aragaki-senpai, but I can cook a little.

[nullificates]

Ah, you can ask him yourself! He's about your height and your hair color!

(ah, chuuya. poor chuuya. his old partner gets no rest, even when they're on better terms. just a mean thing of destiny that they're here - such a thing as abusive codependency, ugly betrayal, mutual hate and inability to let go certainly makes things... easier? and harder all the same.

there's a shrug, as if it hardly matters, before he skips a little on his walk, cheery as usual.)

Ah, who's this Aragaki-kun?

[orphne]

[She puffs out her cheeks in annoyance, but fine! She'll just have to ask. If that person gets annoyed that she calls him exactly how Dazai does, well, it's not her fault she wasn't given any more information to work with.

Ah, right, Shinji... she smiles, more than a little fondly as she clasps her hands behind her back and falls into step beside him.]

Aragaki Shinjiro-senpai. He's a friend of mine. [Said matter-of-factly, even though Shinji would probably swear up and down that he doesn't have any friends.] Almost as tall as you, kind of grumpy sometimes, but a really good cook.

[nullificates]

Ah, ah, no need. I'm weak to these little faces! Nakahara Chuuya, okay? Better?

(absolutely isn't, but he pretends almost so naturally, as he believes his own tangle of lies. a finger gently pushes, as to make her cheeks release the air.

he will get annoyed, but most likely not at kotone.)

Ah. I haven't had the pleasure.

[orphne]

[She lets the air sputter out through her cheeks and laughs, not at all bothered by someone she barely knows deciding to just poke her cheeks like that. It wasn't done with malice, she can tell!]

Hm, that's too bad. I'll have to introduce you sometime!

[Shinji is perfectly capable of making his own friends, if he tried. Whether or not he'll try though...]

So how did you meet Nakahara-san?

cw suicide, assassination

[nullificates]

Ah, so he really is here?! You should, the people we know, the merrier, right?

(kotone, do NOT)

(ah, what a loaded question. he remembers it very well - the current boss of the mafia wouldn't just let dazai die, an unfortunate turn of events to a suicidal teenager, younger than the girl who walks beside him. deal with the sheep, the organization that was giving the mafia some trouble, and lo and behold, the king of the sheep? nakahara chuuya.

at the end of their first unwilling mission, dazai had manipulated the sheep towards a betrayal of their leader, leaving the redhead without a home. welcome to the port mafia.

not that it's an answer he will give, so he sighs, theatrically.)

Ugh, bad luck that I've met the slug! We've known each other since we were-- well, I guess he's still little. Younger than you, for sure. Yokohama isn't big for two kiddos, so we met by chance.

[orphne]

[She absolutely will, if only so that a) Shinji has more than one person to talk to and b) Dazai has someone else to go grocery shopping with.]

Hmmm...

[She hums quietly, just looking at him for a moment as if trying to gauge whether or not he's actually telling the truth. Like recognizes like, buddy, and that didn't answer her question at all, but just danced around it.

Well, it really isn't any of her business. If he wants to dodge questions, he's free to!]

Is he in high school? Or younger?

[nullificates]

Oh, no, he's as old-- wait, how old do you think I am, miss?

(he's pointing at his face, almost in shock and confusion. it's not like he's ever stepped foot in a school, but alas, wow. with how tall he is and his position in the mafia, it hardly ever mattered how young or old he turned out to be.)

[orphne]

I thought you said he was younger than me!

[She just stares back at him, because hm, there's not really a good way to answer that.]

Like, you're clearly an adult, and I'm a second-year in high school, so...

[nullificates]

Oh, no no, I meant we were younger than you when we met! He's as old as I am.

(which, again, mindblowing. should kotone ever see them in the same room, she'll see two grown men turn into very spiteful toddlers.)

I'm twenty-two years old.

[orphne]

Oh, you're not that old.

[Does she mean that reassuringly or insultingly...? Best not to think about it, because it's impossible to tell from her voice.]

I'm seventeen.

[...

Her brows knit briefly together, wondering if she'll see her next birthday. She made it to March, but that had been a struggle. She still feels tired, deeply so, if not as bad as she had on the 5th, but...

Well! Best not to dwell on it.]

What kind of food does Nakahara-san cook, exactly?

cw suicide

[nullificates]

(that's actually so surprising to hear that he finds himself in laughter, even bending his long torso a little, bandaged arms against his stomach.)

Ah, no, I'm not! Hopefully, I won't see too old!

(the irony of being practically unkillable, without any supernatural ability to back that up. not even dazai can kill dazai, and if the fact that he's bandaged from neck to toe is enough said.)

Ah, I haven't really had his cooking in many moons. I think whatever I ask, with the caveat that I shut up for a while!

(it's a hating relationship.)