Finally, something we agree on! Being me is so expensive, and I'm just a poor detective, the Agency doesn't pay that good!. Be a lightweight! Drink fancy drinks that are super expensive! Live your best life!-- Don't play mahjong at a bar? Is that what the youth does nowadays? Ah, to be young...
(ah, well, he'll go get some wine for them, even if kotone doesn't drink, he'd like her to know she can let her guard down. he meant it when he asked her to let the adults take care of her for a moment or two. besides, it's not gonna do anything for him, he'd need a crate -- alcoholic, yes, we know. chuuya is one too, but his tolerance has always been laughable, and this time, it's not out of meanness that he thinks it.
kotone and chuuya share the same height, chuuya's a lightweight, but a little better due to practice, so, calculations, what can get chuuya and kotone not drunk, and well, dazai wouldn't ever? this bottle says the alcohol percentage is pretty low, so that's what he'll retrieve.)
You've already given me what I wanted, Koto-chan. You're here, and I did really buy nail polish! Both of us are satisfied with what we have, I suppose.
[Oh no you don't, Dazai--] First of all: You probably have enough money stashed away somewhere to support your entire damn agency for life, and still be filthy rich. Second of all, neither of us can access our bank accounts here, so we're on the exact same playing field. You're just lazy and enjoy being a pain in my ass.
[Chuuya rolls his eyes as he digs in once Kotone has done so, but as for what he and Dazai are in agreement on--
He shoots Kotone a bright smile.]
And trust me, you're far better company than the mackerel. You've improved my night loads just by being here.
[Chuuya is easily satisfied, in some ways. He's prone to getting lonely, needing people, but beyond that he doesn't need much. He does have one question for Dazai, though.] ...You managed got nail polish here? Seriously? Didn't even realize it was sold in this place.
Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel old, Grandpa Dazai.
[It's said with a teasing smile. She didn't play, she literally just got stopped in the doorway and was able to make a bet to win the tile, but that's fine. Instead she gives the wine a curious look, considering pointing out that she's underage, at least according to laws in Japan, but decides it's not worth it. They're all criminals anyway, right? And she's been curious since hanging out with Mutatsu about what was so appealing.]
What colors did you get? Besides black, of course. [She holds up her finger as if struck by a sudden thought, brightening a bit.] Oh, can you braid my hair again?
What tells you I still had all that money? For all you know, I could have literally thrown it into a bag in the ocean!!! And I'm not that old-- I just don't know what high schoolers do these days!
(what a big ass bag - or bags. it wouldn't be so weird for dazai to go through such lengths, so maybe he did do that!! (he did not).
he's serving the glasses, including one for kotone, but there's a shrug. if she doesn't want to, she's not required to. no one will force her, of course. he digs in, though, happily tasting the food, and while his words won't be so kind, his face is definitely betraying him. he's happy, a miracle!)
Ah, Chuuya, you've definitely been improving! This is not bad.
(and from his pocket, there they are. pink, black, red bottles.)
Tada! I never lie when I'm negotiating! I said dinner AND nail polish!! Ah, and you should ask Chuuya, too. He also was bullied by Elise, he knows how to braid, maybe better than I do. Look at all this hair!
(and he makes a very, very high-pitched voice, a hand mimicking a mouth.)
Do my hair, give me sweets, are you listening to me? Give me sweets while you do my hair, I'm the world's most annoying ability to ever exist! This is the worst! Yap yap yap.
Neither of us went to high school.... or any school, for that matter. Why the hell would you know what they do to begin with?
[He rolls his eyes, taking a bite of his food with a small grin. He knows his cooking is damn good, so Dazai's 'not bad' is filed away as the usual backhanded approval.
He accepts the offers glass with a nod of thanks, taking a sip of his wine before continuing. He won't nudge Kotone on alcohol one way or another-- but it's there, if she wants it. He looks surprised that Dazai actually managed to locate someone selling nail polish out here, but his grin turns into a more pleased smile.] Huh... good color choices, actually. And yeah, I can braid your hair. Unlike this guy, I actually have hair long enough to braid, so it wasn't like Elise is my only experience.
[Hell, it used to be longer. He started growing it out at 16.] I can do all kinds of braids, even the fancy ones.
[He quirks a brow at Dazai's dramatics.] You are really petty about Elise, ain'tcha?
[She frowns a little bit at Chuuya's comment. She knew Dazai hadn't gone to high school, but they didn't go to any school?! Where and when did they take naps??]
I'd love it if you could do a fancy braid! I don't really do a lot with my hair normally, so that sounds like a lot of fun. Can I do yours, too?
[She beams at him at the offer to braid her hair, even as she reaches across to take a look at the nail polish for herself. The pink calls to her immediately, of course, but the red or black could be used for an accent nail, maybe...? It would make an impression, for sure!
But leaning back, she is curious about Dazai and Elise. She remembers him talking about some of it with her before, but! She'll listen again as she picks up her glass and takes a tentative sip of wine.]
I see that face, Koto-chan! We had education, just not school... And we did do some things! We played in the arcade-- we played in the arcade.
(let him sound hip and cool and totally in the know of what it feels and looks like to be a kiddo!!! it's called being delusional!!
there's just a smile at the interaction. it's going to be quite heartwarming as an evening, so it's just a little smile on the corners of his lips as he sips his own wine, can you spot that it's genuine? because it is.
ah, and look. she does trust them, doesn't she? have fun, koto-chan!)
Your mentor was a beautiful lady. Mine was Mori. I was with Elise a lot. 'No Longer Human' can only save me so much.
Hey, I did kid stuff! I at least hung out with kids my age. And 'course you can do mine too, Kotone-chan. It's been awhile since anyone played with my hair.
[The idea sounds fun, honestly. While Chuuya had 'hung out' with kids his age, there'd always been a divide. He'd never been able to be just a kid, when he was the one they'd looked to for protection.
In truth, he and Dazai were probably the most 'normal' influences on each other growing up, not that either of them would acknowledge it.
He can see that genuine smile on Dazai's lips, and his own expression softens in response.] Hey, Ane-san was a harsh taskmaster too, yha know. It wasn't easy or anything. Though I bet Mori skimped on manners lessons with you.
[He's never really thought of Mori's teaching style, never been on the receiving end of it beyond the day he swore himself to the Mafia. But he couldn't be that bad, right?]
[Oh, wine is bitter. She can't help but wrinkle her nose a little when she takes a sip, though she does a pretty good job of hiding it otherwise. She can't say it's the best thing she's ever tasted, but it's not the worst, either, so... she sets it back down again to eat while they talk.
Dazai gets a pout for his efforts when the only kid-like activity he can come up with is "played at the arcade"... in the back of her mind, she's already thinking of what they can do together to make up for that. He's already proven that as an adult, he doesn't seem to get embarrassed easily, so that makes it easier!]
Everybody's abilities are different where you're from, right? How do you get taught to use them if they're all different?
[They've both mentioned different teachers, but she also knows that Elise is also an ability, which means it's not the same as either Dazai's or Chuuya's. At least in Tartarus, using a Persona largely came naturally!]
(eyes never quit looking everywhere, so naturally, he sees her little nose wrinkle, and while he won't bring attention to that, his hand falls on her hair, a gentle pet because-- look, she's awfully precious. he feels a little blessed that she trusts them. he did make it very clear that he's an awful damn person, and here she is, right? what a good kid... pet, pet...
his other hand is very busy downing the wine with a total of zero class, though. chuuya gets drunk very easily, red on the face and drunk calling him, but this? does nothing for dazai. he needs like, at least six bottles of sake to get somewhere. should he-- ah, he'll wait and see.)
Oh, I didn't say it was! Koto-chan, his mentor? Absolutely beautiful, right? Also, super scary, super strict, I worked with her a few times... Oof. She's as scary as she's elegant!
(and that's actually an amazing question that she poses.)
Oh. Most people aren't, really. There's no ability-user school. You learn by trial and error. Sometimes someone can help you reach your potential, but mostly? Trial and error. I myself can't turn 'No Longer Human' off, so it's not like there's a lot of training there. Chuuya's own, though, completely different deal.
[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...
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(ah, well, he'll go get some wine for them, even if kotone doesn't drink, he'd like her to know she can let her guard down. he meant it when he asked her to let the adults take care of her for a moment or two. besides, it's not gonna do anything for him, he'd need a crate -- alcoholic, yes, we know. chuuya is one too, but his tolerance has always been laughable, and this time, it's not out of meanness that he thinks it.
kotone and chuuya share the same height, chuuya's a lightweight, but a little better due to practice, so, calculations, what can get chuuya and kotone not drunk, and well, dazai wouldn't ever? this bottle says the alcohol percentage is pretty low, so that's what he'll retrieve.)
You've already given me what I wanted, Koto-chan. You're here, and I did really buy nail polish! Both of us are satisfied with what we have, I suppose.
(he's cute?? sometimes???)
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[Chuuya rolls his eyes as he digs in once Kotone has done so, but as for what he and Dazai are in agreement on--
He shoots Kotone a bright smile.]
And trust me, you're far better company than the mackerel. You've improved my night loads just by being here.
[Chuuya is easily satisfied, in some ways. He's prone to getting lonely, needing people, but beyond that he doesn't need much. He does have one question for Dazai, though.] ...You managed got nail polish here? Seriously? Didn't even realize it was sold in this place.
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[It's said with a teasing smile. She didn't play, she literally just got stopped in the doorway and was able to make a bet to win the tile, but that's fine. Instead she gives the wine a curious look, considering pointing out that she's underage, at least according to laws in Japan, but decides it's not worth it. They're all criminals anyway, right? And she's been curious since hanging out with Mutatsu about what was so appealing.]
What colors did you get? Besides black, of course. [She holds up her finger as if struck by a sudden thought, brightening a bit.] Oh, can you braid my hair again?
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(what a big ass bag - or bags. it wouldn't be so weird for dazai to go through such lengths, so maybe he did do that!! (he did not).
he's serving the glasses, including one for kotone, but there's a shrug. if she doesn't want to, she's not required to. no one will force her, of course. he digs in, though, happily tasting the food, and while his words won't be so kind, his face is definitely betraying him. he's happy, a miracle!)
Ah, Chuuya, you've definitely been improving! This is not bad.
(and from his pocket, there they are. pink, black, red bottles.)
Tada! I never lie when I'm negotiating! I said dinner AND nail polish!! Ah, and you should ask Chuuya, too. He also was bullied by Elise, he knows how to braid, maybe better than I do. Look at all this hair!
(and he makes a very, very high-pitched voice, a hand mimicking a mouth.)
Do my hair, give me sweets, are you listening to me? Give me sweets while you do my hair, I'm the world's most annoying ability to ever exist! This is the worst! Yap yap yap.
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[He rolls his eyes, taking a bite of his food with a small grin. He knows his cooking is damn good, so Dazai's 'not bad' is filed away as the usual backhanded approval.
He accepts the offers glass with a nod of thanks, taking a sip of his wine before continuing. He won't nudge Kotone on alcohol one way or another-- but it's there, if she wants it. He looks surprised that Dazai actually managed to locate someone selling nail polish out here, but his grin turns into a more pleased smile.] Huh... good color choices, actually. And yeah, I can braid your hair. Unlike this guy, I actually have hair long enough to braid, so it wasn't like Elise is my only experience.
[Hell, it used to be longer. He started growing it out at 16.] I can do all kinds of braids, even the fancy ones.
[He quirks a brow at Dazai's dramatics.] You are really petty about Elise, ain'tcha?
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I'd love it if you could do a fancy braid! I don't really do a lot with my hair normally, so that sounds like a lot of fun. Can I do yours, too?
[She beams at him at the offer to braid her hair, even as she reaches across to take a look at the nail polish for herself. The pink calls to her immediately, of course, but the red or black could be used for an accent nail, maybe...? It would make an impression, for sure!
But leaning back, she is curious about Dazai and Elise. She remembers him talking about some of it with her before, but! She'll listen again as she picks up her glass and takes a tentative sip of wine.]
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(let him sound hip and cool and totally in the know of what it feels and looks like to be a kiddo!!! it's called being delusional!!
there's just a smile at the interaction. it's going to be quite heartwarming as an evening, so it's just a little smile on the corners of his lips as he sips his own wine, can you spot that it's genuine? because it is.
ah, and look. she does trust them, doesn't she? have fun, koto-chan!)
Your mentor was a beautiful lady. Mine was Mori. I was with Elise a lot. 'No Longer Human' can only save me so much.
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[The idea sounds fun, honestly. While Chuuya had 'hung out' with kids his age, there'd always been a divide. He'd never been able to be just a kid, when he was the one they'd looked to for protection.
In truth, he and Dazai were probably the most 'normal' influences on each other growing up, not that either of them would acknowledge it.
He can see that genuine smile on Dazai's lips, and his own expression softens in response.] Hey, Ane-san was a harsh taskmaster too, yha know. It wasn't easy or anything. Though I bet Mori skimped on manners lessons with you.
[He's never really thought of Mori's teaching style, never been on the receiving end of it beyond the day he swore himself to the Mafia. But he couldn't be that bad, right?]
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Dazai gets a pout for his efforts when the only kid-like activity he can come up with is "played at the arcade"... in the back of her mind, she's already thinking of what they can do together to make up for that. He's already proven that as an adult, he doesn't seem to get embarrassed easily, so that makes it easier!]
Everybody's abilities are different where you're from, right? How do you get taught to use them if they're all different?
[They've both mentioned different teachers, but she also knows that Elise is also an ability, which means it's not the same as either Dazai's or Chuuya's. At least in Tartarus, using a Persona largely came naturally!]
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his other hand is very busy downing the wine with a total of zero class, though. chuuya gets drunk very easily, red on the face and drunk calling him, but this? does nothing for dazai. he needs like, at least six bottles of sake to get somewhere. should he-- ah, he'll wait and see.)
Oh, I didn't say it was! Koto-chan, his mentor? Absolutely beautiful, right? Also, super scary, super strict, I worked with her a few times... Oof. She's as scary as she's elegant!
(and that's actually an amazing question that she poses.)
Oh. Most people aren't, really. There's no ability-user school. You learn by trial and error. Sometimes someone can help you reach your potential, but mostly? Trial and error. I myself can't turn 'No Longer Human' off, so it's not like there's a lot of training there. Chuuya's own, though, completely different deal.
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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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