orphne | expiation inbox

(god, fine, fine!! fine!!! he's excusing himself for a moment, so he can wash his hands and not get any sugar on her strands. it does give her a very short moment to look around. the beds are joint, making one extra big bed. knives here, knives there, some shattered dishes because sometimes dazai and chuuya fight, or dazai just tosses things over his shoulder when he doesn't want to deal with it, nor does he want to clean it.

it's a warzone in here. when he comes back, however, it's with a brush, red hair covering it much more than his own brown curly strands. someone does not deal with that mop. someone has persona 5 protag disease. he'd noticed the pin, but he'll let her have some resemblance of privacy, since she's not poking so much regarding oda.)

Fine. Fine. -- How do I do this again.

[Dazai "oh ew ew Chuuya ew ew" and yet their beds are pushed together? Sus. The broken dishes and general untidiness are a little concerning, but also it's simply none of her business. The knives maybe should be weirder than they are, but honestly she just accepts it as one of their quirks.

Also they share a hairbrush? Sus.]

You can just start with brushing. Separate into three parts after that!

[Her hair is fluffy and a little bit kinked from having been in a ponytail all day, but it's soft and well-cared-for. She likes her hair.]

(listen, there are reasons, all of them real and completely understandable without it being completely totally sus, excuse him. but alas, he sighs. now maybe she can understand why there are steps on the ceiling, too.

he'll sigh, as if this is So Much Work, but he'll do it, it's nice hair. )

You could let your hair down more often. Do you want one braid or two braids?

[S u s]

It gets in the way too much if I leave it down. It knots pretty easily.

[Maybe if she wasn't bouncing around in everyone's business so much, she wouldn't have that problem, but! She fiddles with the pins in her hand and closes her eyes to let Dazai work. It's weirdly relaxing; as much of a pain as Dazai is, she still trusts him not to do anything weird to her hair (on purpose).]

What do you think would look better?

It's a nice color, nice length, you should try it out sometime. Invite that friend of yours on a date, see the sparks, hair flip.

(whore stop

but alas, he's mostly quiet, focused and fixed. he won't do anything weird, she's right on that, it wouldn't be funny in this case. it feels like a bonding opportunity, not a call for a prank. one thing it's true, though, dazai's hands are extremely talented. much control of his fingers, much control of his movements, so once he's done brushing, the two braids are done in a minute, effortless.

the lockpicking king!)

There. Cute!

[She can't help it; she giggles. Sometimes talking to Dazai sounds like talking to Akihiko, sometimes talking to Dazai sounds like talking to Yukari. Right now, this sounds like something she'd talk about with Yukari.]

Which friend? I'm not dating anybody.

[Also she has so many friends, she has no idea who he could be talking about. She runs a hand back over her braids, a little in awe of how fast he got it done. They feel pretty good, actually!]

Do you have a mirror?

You should, you're at a great age. Date women, though, all men are bastards.

(hello dazai are you speaking out of experience

yes

yes he is. either way, he'll offer her a hand to stand, so he can bring her to the bathroom, beware of the warzone.)

What do you think?

[You didn't answer which friend, asshole!! Do you know something she doesn't?!

She laughs again as she takes his hand and lets him escort her, because, well... she hadn't thought about it. Everyone had always assumed she'd date boys, so... hm. Would she date a girl? Rio had a boy she liked, and Saori-san had talked about another boy she'd liked, so...

But she poses in front of the mirror, turning her head this way and that so she can see the braids, and claps her hands with delight.]

It's really cute! I'm not sure if it's really my style, but it looks really cute!

I'm a man of many talents!

(and the other hand, that isn't holding hers, holds out for a high five.

she should definitely date everyone. who the hell cares.)

[She giggles again and gives him a high-five -- gently, because he is still covered in bandages.]

You should open a hair salon.

[You know, since he said she should open a restaurant for something as simple as baking cupcakes.]

(he'll always be covered in bandages. it's not that he always is always hurt, but, you know. there is some shit under there.)

Oh, absolutely not, never, no. No!! It's a lot of work!!

(dazai tugs on her hand, though, so they can go back to sitting at the table.)

Can you cut hair, too?

[You know, man of many talents and all that. She lets him lead her back to the table, though, seating herself comfortably back in her spot with another little laugh.]

You really do always surprise me, Dazai-san.

[She toys with the end of one of her braids before slipping her barrettes back in so she doesn't lose them.]

Can I run with the scissors?

(listen, the more incompetent he is, the less work!! it always works as a charm. he does, however, want to smoke, it's been a little while, so he's opening a drawer for chuuya's cigarettes and sitting on the windowsill, stretching his long legs on the opposite frame.)

I think they designed safety scissors with people like you in mind.

[Lightly. She rests her chin in her hand and watches him perch in the window. She's pretty sure she can trust him not to do anything so stupid as fall out of it, at least in front of her. She doesn't even blink at the cigarettes; Mutatsu smoked cigars around her, after all.]

So can you?

[Answer her question, bud!]

(hell no, that will hurt. she can be sure he wouldn't do anything that hurts, he's not into it, at all. kinda. sometimes it's fine.)

I can't, I can't! Never tried!

[He's only into it if a hot person is doing it to him, huh?]

How do you know you can't if you've never tried?

[She toys with the end of one of her braids with her other hand, twirling it around her finger.]

What other hidden skills do you have? Other than hair-braiding.

Mhmmmmmm...! It's easier if I tell you what I can't do! I can't drive, and I can't cook-- ah, well, technically, I can. I'm just terrible at it.

(not what she asked, dazai.)

That's not what I asked.

[Sighs at him! Sir please she is paying attention to your dodges now, if only so she can use them to make her own better.]

Do you want to cook? I could teach you, or I could ask Aragaki-senpai to teach you, if you want the expert.

Not what you asked, but an answer altogether.

(m'aam, hello, he taught you this. enjoy learning! happy learning!)

Absolutely not!!! I don't like to work. Why do you want me to work!!

[She will come back to this, mister!]

It's not work! It's kind of relaxing, actually. Once you know how, you can kind of just turn your brain off and go through the motions. And at the end of it, you have something delicious to eat!

That's reading! Drinking alcohol! Eating! Going on a date with a beautiful woman! Why would I cook?

(when he literally can get that with zero effort whatsoever. all he has to do is drug a dish or two, or four, or five, and now he's not allowed to touch the kitchen, and he just waits and food appears! wonderful!)

Women like men who can cook.

[Bluntly, with her best smile. It's true! Look at Shinji! If he wasn't so... gestures... he'd probably be a hit with the girls at school. If he went to school.]

I think it would be really romantic if somebody made dinner for me as a date. Plus I'd already be at their house, probably, so...

[Wait no-]

It's just a good skill to have!

-- Eh.

(he was about to say something, but he really can't. really, really, can't. hoe life since forever, thanks, can't judge.)

My crime is 'womanizing', do you really think cooking's ever helped me?

(considering he refuses to. he can! he just prefers to make everyone think he just couldn't.)

I don't think it would hurt.

[She is adamant about this! Sorry buddy, she can't be convinced otherwise.

But she shrugs.]

Well, it's your decision, I guess...

Disagree. What if I'm great at it? Then I'll have more people to feed and more women at my door! Nope, nope, nope. I like doing absolutely nothing.

(dazai you've been gay since ever probably to her please)

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