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[CURRY CURRY CURRY CURRY CURRY RICEEEE.
[Oh, he’s been waiting for this. He ate the same curry rice from Uncle’s restaurant back home three days a week for years.
[He’ll be cool about it, though.]
Hi, Maruki-san. I recognize the username.
I have a place to stay now, but there isn’t any power. Since you’ll have it packed up anyway, we could use another place.
[He’ll eat curry rice on a plane, he’ll eat curry rice on a train, etc.]
Or, we could always eat in the dark. [It sounds tongue and cheek, but he’s being very literal.]
[Oh, he’s been waiting for this. He ate the same curry rice from Uncle’s restaurant back home three days a week for years.
[He’ll be cool about it, though.]
Hi, Maruki-san. I recognize the username.
I have a place to stay now, but there isn’t any power. Since you’ll have it packed up anyway, we could use another place.
[He’ll eat curry rice on a plane, he’ll eat curry rice on a train, etc.]
Or, we could always eat in the dark. [It sounds tongue and cheek, but he’s being very literal.]
Odasaku. It’s Akutagawa
[Hm. He's not sure if he was expecting a follow-up or not (he assumes, anyway, that this has something to do with him finding Akutagawa in a...precarious position recently).]
I know the username. What's up?
I know the username. What's up?
dazai gay crisis blue screen moment - odasaku none the wiser
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savetheweak
- 2024-10-03 02:59 (UTC) - Expandfour years of pining just does something to a man... he's so glad oda is like this
proposed
- 2024-10-03 03:31 (UTC) - Expand[He was just about to come out and check, but...]
I am now. Are you okay?
[Maybe he should leave Dazai to his business...?]
What are you doing out there?
I am now. Are you okay?
[Maybe he should leave Dazai to his business...?]
What are you doing out there?
SCOOPS U UP IF WE NEED TO ADJUST THE DATE LMK I JUST RNG'D IT
proposed
- 2024-10-11 02:34 (UTC) - ExpandAre we sure there's not 800 people here?
I thought about it again. It wouldn't be a difficult goal to reach. Even if you only met three people a day, then it would only take nine months. We could finish in less than a year.
You don't have to be friends with everyone you meet. It won't take much time out of your day either. It would be enough to take ten or twenty minutes out of your day to talk to each person. It would be just like speed dating.
[ Yes, he's still thinking about it.
Yes, he does have some insane plan that would work perfectly fine in their world, but does not here. He's thought through every last detail on that front.
And actually finally offering an explanation for the ambitious number: ]
I read a story about a girl who couldn't communicate well. Her goal was to make a hundred friends, but I don't think that's enough. Even if you meet a hundred people, how many of them will you be compatible with personality wise?
I thought about it again. It wouldn't be a difficult goal to reach. Even if you only met three people a day, then it would only take nine months. We could finish in less than a year.
You don't have to be friends with everyone you meet. It won't take much time out of your day either. It would be enough to take ten or twenty minutes out of your day to talk to each person. It would be just like speed dating.
[ Yes, he's still thinking about it.
Yes, he does have some insane plan that would work perfectly fine in their world, but does not here. He's thought through every last detail on that front.
And actually finally offering an explanation for the ambitious number: ]
I read a story about a girl who couldn't communicate well. Her goal was to make a hundred friends, but I don't think that's enough. Even if you meet a hundred people, how many of them will you be compatible with personality wise?
Edited 2024-10-17 02:35 (UTC)
What would someone even do with 800 friends? Meeting three people a day for twenty minutes at a time doesn't make you friends with those people, does it?
Wouldn't a handful of meaningful friendships matter more than knowing the names of a few hundred people?
I'm not even sure I could do that.
Wouldn't a handful of meaningful friendships matter more than knowing the names of a few hundred people?
I'm not even sure I could do that.
[ It's after hours. It's late. He's a little bit tipsy, enough that he'd needed to doze and walk it off, but not quite so much as to have lost all sensibility. Just enough that he'd started to doze it off, just enough that he'd started awake, some sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, a racing in his chest and a cold sweat, so many things that he's never shared with anyone - not even Odasaku.
Just enough that he can remember twilight.
But that's not what he's concerning himself with now, instead padding down the hallway. He hesitates, reaches a hand out, pulls it back. Then again a few more times before he raps his knuckle against the door to Odasaku's room - light enough that it would be barely audible, because he doesn't really want a response, and Dazai doesn't really know why he's doing this. But it is there.
Knock, knock... ]
Just enough that he can remember twilight.
But that's not what he's concerning himself with now, instead padding down the hallway. He hesitates, reaches a hand out, pulls it back. Then again a few more times before he raps his knuckle against the door to Odasaku's room - light enough that it would be barely audible, because he doesn't really want a response, and Dazai doesn't really know why he's doing this. But it is there.
Knock, knock... ]
Edited 2024-10-22 02:07 (UTC)
[Some restlessness keeps him awake. There's nothing he can attribute it to. Sometimes it's difficult to sleep. He hears a creak in the hallway before he hears anything else. There is no alarm. Oda hasn't lived alone in a couple of months now. It could only be Dazai.
[He isn't expecting the knock. It's so quiet that he thinks he might have imagined it. He gets up from the bed, lazily scratching at the back of his head as he passes through the room. He pulls the door open...
[There he is. What's this all about...?]
Hey. What's up?
[He isn't expecting the knock. It's so quiet that he thinks he might have imagined it. He gets up from the bed, lazily scratching at the back of his head as he passes through the room. He pulls the door open...
[There he is. What's this all about...?]
Hey. What's up?
YOUNG ROGUES GROUP CHAT (umbrella; closed to Maruki & Dazai)
savetheweak
2024-11-03 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
((ooc: just reply to this comment to start three-way group texts!))
[ It's strange coming back to a home while knowing that someone will be there. He isn't quite certain of what to expect upon entering.
Dazai has lived here for three months. He remembers that. They're his memories, and they're not. It's fuzzy in some areas, though he's been able to piece together everything of importance - who he knows, what he knows, what other people know.
He was a 22-year-old man who was working as a detective of a sort. That is who people know. However hard he tries to piece things together, the circumstances that led to that are blurry and incomprehensible.
Thus, this is the first time in a couple days that he's been here; it's the first time he's entered in this house, and he's exited it just once before, though he's done so countless times before.
He paces throughout the house and examines it with his one visible eye, the other covered in bandages, and the black trenchcoat that hangs on his shoulders flutters lightly behind him. It should only be a couple more years before it's a perfect fit.
Black suit, black jackets, injuries that haven't yet healed... He looks every bit the part of an executive of the Port Mafia. The youngest in the organization's history.
It only takes so long before he finds the person he's looking for. ]
... Hey, Odasaku. I'm back.
Dazai has lived here for three months. He remembers that. They're his memories, and they're not. It's fuzzy in some areas, though he's been able to piece together everything of importance - who he knows, what he knows, what other people know.
He was a 22-year-old man who was working as a detective of a sort. That is who people know. However hard he tries to piece things together, the circumstances that led to that are blurry and incomprehensible.
Thus, this is the first time in a couple days that he's been here; it's the first time he's entered in this house, and he's exited it just once before, though he's done so countless times before.
He paces throughout the house and examines it with his one visible eye, the other covered in bandages, and the black trenchcoat that hangs on his shoulders flutters lightly behind him. It should only be a couple more years before it's a perfect fit.
Black suit, black jackets, injuries that haven't yet healed... He looks every bit the part of an executive of the Port Mafia. The youngest in the organization's history.
It only takes so long before he finds the person he's looking for. ]
... Hey, Odasaku. I'm back.
[Odasaku woke up one day, and Dazai was gone.
[Gone.
[Just like that. All of the warnings he'd heard up until now had, he realized, at least somewhat fallen on deaf ears. No one ever expects to lose their best friend. No one ever expects to lose their children. No one ever expects to lose themselves - not even Dazai, Odasaku doesn't think. Not really.
[Odasaku remembers grief as violent, screaming, scraping knees agains the asphalt, throat ripped open. He couldn't live with it.
[This grief was different, a deep emptiness. Odasaku has never been one to sulk.
[He canceled his plans. He turned off his phone. He stayed in bed. He waited...
[And he became keenly, intimately, miserably aware of just exactly how Dazai must have felt, spending four long years alone, because only one man had ever tried to understand him.
[It's worse than rot. He'd have to pull himself back up again, somehow. Death is no longer an option.
[And since when was Odasaku the one to think about death so much, anyway? Dazai always makes it sound beautiful, but Odasaku doesn't think so. It's a sickening desperation.
[The door to the cottage open. Hope springs, as painful as a bullet clear through the chest. Odasaku is out of his room and into the living area. He doesn't let himself expect, but he can't help but reach. Who else would simply invite themselves in? No one else, but--]
Dazai. [Breathless. Stunned. Odasaku's eyes widen, his mouth falling open.
[Dazai.
[Dazai, but not just Dazai - his. The Dazai he remembers. The Dazai he knew three months ago. The Dazai he abandoned.
[This world makes no sense. He'd seen this Dazai when the rifts took over Somnius, but this feels different, somehow. That time has ended, hasn't it?
[Oda notices his hand is reaching.
[He should pull it back.
[He doesn't. He grips one of Dazai's hanging sleeves.]
Where...? Dazai... You're...
[Rendered speechless. Perhaps not unfitting, but his expression has never been quite this broken open again.]
I...I thought you were gone.
[Gone.
[Just like that. All of the warnings he'd heard up until now had, he realized, at least somewhat fallen on deaf ears. No one ever expects to lose their best friend. No one ever expects to lose their children. No one ever expects to lose themselves - not even Dazai, Odasaku doesn't think. Not really.
[Odasaku remembers grief as violent, screaming, scraping knees agains the asphalt, throat ripped open. He couldn't live with it.
[This grief was different, a deep emptiness. Odasaku has never been one to sulk.
[He canceled his plans. He turned off his phone. He stayed in bed. He waited...
[And he became keenly, intimately, miserably aware of just exactly how Dazai must have felt, spending four long years alone, because only one man had ever tried to understand him.
[It's worse than rot. He'd have to pull himself back up again, somehow. Death is no longer an option.
[And since when was Odasaku the one to think about death so much, anyway? Dazai always makes it sound beautiful, but Odasaku doesn't think so. It's a sickening desperation.
[The door to the cottage open. Hope springs, as painful as a bullet clear through the chest. Odasaku is out of his room and into the living area. He doesn't let himself expect, but he can't help but reach. Who else would simply invite themselves in? No one else, but--]
Dazai. [Breathless. Stunned. Odasaku's eyes widen, his mouth falling open.
[Dazai.
[Dazai, but not just Dazai - his. The Dazai he remembers. The Dazai he knew three months ago. The Dazai he abandoned.
[This world makes no sense. He'd seen this Dazai when the rifts took over Somnius, but this feels different, somehow. That time has ended, hasn't it?
[Oda notices his hand is reaching.
[He should pull it back.
[He doesn't. He grips one of Dazai's hanging sleeves.]
Where...? Dazai... You're...
[Rendered speechless. Perhaps not unfitting, but his expression has never been quite this broken open again.]
I...I thought you were gone.
[Exceptionally rare, and always worth giving immediate attention to.]
Alright. I'm listening.
Alright. I'm listening.
Edited (you didn't see that other dialogue this is better shhh) 2024-11-19 10:06 (UTC)
By the way, Odasaku, I haven't told you the news yet, have I?
[ Dazai starts, shifting the topic of what has thus far been a relatively normal conversation. Surprisingly mundane, really. He's sprawled out across the sofa, laying on his stomach with his arms folded and cheek tucked into the crook of his elbow.
It's probably nothing to worry about. ]
[ Dazai starts, shifting the topic of what has thus far been a relatively normal conversation. Surprisingly mundane, really. He's sprawled out across the sofa, laying on his stomach with his arms folded and cheek tucked into the crook of his elbow.
It's probably nothing to worry about. ]
[This ought to be good, whatever it is...
[Odasaku is on the ground with his back pressed up against the coffee table. Why is he always sitting on the floor like that? Because Dazai takes up the couch, maybe...]
What news is that?
[Odasaku is on the ground with his back pressed up against the coffee table. Why is he always sitting on the floor like that? Because Dazai takes up the couch, maybe...]
What news is that?
Hey, Maruki.
It's cold and dark, but other than that, we're doing alright. I've even taken a few walks around town.
Seems things haven't gotten much better, but they haven't gotten much worse either.
It's cold and dark, but other than that, we're doing alright. I've even taken a few walks around town.
Seems things haven't gotten much better, but they haven't gotten much worse either.
[ Well, he worked up the nerve to ask for firearm lessons, and Odasaku agreed. Now all that's left is to actually... take the lessons.
To say Maruki is nervous is a grand understatement at best.
He's set up a few lanterns around the training grounds, but by and large the only light comes from the moon (hey girl hey) reflecting off the thick layer of snow. Maruki fidgets nervously with his scarf, offers Odasaku a nervous smile half-shadowed in the dim pool of light they stand in. ]
I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
To say Maruki is nervous is a grand understatement at best.
He's set up a few lanterns around the training grounds, but by and large the only light comes from the moon (hey girl hey) reflecting off the thick layer of snow. Maruki fidgets nervously with his scarf, offers Odasaku a nervous smile half-shadowed in the dim pool of light they stand in. ]
I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
time for pan to pretend it knows even one singular thing about a gun
savetheweak
2024-12-23 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
Alright.
[He's fine with getting straight to business - wouldn't know any other way, really. They've already gone over (inside, where it's light, and quite a few times) how to properly prepare the gun (what the safety is, how to use it, how to load the gun, etc., etc.) - now it's time to shoot.
[But first:]
Most people are pretty surprised by how loud a gun is up close, even if you've had one fired nearby before. At shooting ranges, they give you headphones to muffle it.
[A beat.]
I don't have those.
There's also a pretty bright flash when it's dark out, and the recoil will knock you back. I'm going to fire off a few shots - that way you can get used to the light and sound. Watch how I stand and hold my arm, though. You'll hurt yourself more than you think holding it too loose.
[He's fine with getting straight to business - wouldn't know any other way, really. They've already gone over (inside, where it's light, and quite a few times) how to properly prepare the gun (what the safety is, how to use it, how to load the gun, etc., etc.) - now it's time to shoot.
[But first:]
Most people are pretty surprised by how loud a gun is up close, even if you've had one fired nearby before. At shooting ranges, they give you headphones to muffle it.
[A beat.]
I don't have those.
There's also a pretty bright flash when it's dark out, and the recoil will knock you back. I'm going to fire off a few shots - that way you can get used to the light and sound. Watch how I stand and hold my arm, though. You'll hurt yourself more than you think holding it too loose.
Edited 2024-12-23 09:38 (UTC)
[ On Christmas morning, Odasaku will find a small package on the cottage doorstep containing a bottle of gun oil (don't google this. actual oil. for his guns.) and a nicely knit blue scarf from one of the local craftspeople before they shuttered their businesses to the dreamers. ]
Merry Christmas, Odasaku! I bet you thought I was going to get you more curry, huh?
Thank you for everything. Let's keep supporting each other in the new year.
Merry Christmas, Odasaku! I bet you thought I was going to get you more curry, huh?
Thank you for everything. Let's keep supporting each other in the new year.
[ A box is left outside Oda's Home, with the following items!
Letter: Merry Christmas !! - BB ]
Obtained
x1 A Small sakura flower that fell from a tree that will never age or die. It is clearly imbued with magic to make it this way. It seems like it can easily be crushed or destroyed by other means, though. Handle with care!
x1 Box of Chocolates
x1 Sake Set, a simple Rice Wine with two cups to drink it with
Letter: Merry Christmas !! - BB ]
[Perhaps Oda noticed the slight tremble of the ground during the odd hours of the night, possibly he didn't, but come morning he would find a large gargoyle statue (probably stolen clean off a building) right in his front yard.
There is a letter attached, written in an elegant and regal (and incredibly outdated) script.]
There is a letter attached, written in an elegant and regal (and incredibly outdated) script.]
Oda,
May this day treat you well.
M.D.
[ Odasaku and Dazai don't talk about their lives.
That's how it's always been and that's how it should be now. There's an unspoken agreement on what is and is not acceptable to touch upon. If that was somewhat intruded upon and broken down due to the difference in age and experience, then it should have slotted back into place by now.
They haven't, though. The pair of them pretend, but one can only have so many actions that they do not talk about before it becomes some unspoken agreement that it's normal behavior.
There can only be so many things that one avoids talking about before a certain sense of wrength begins to hang in the air, and gaps start to appear between conversations.
Such is the case now, at Club Quartz, a day as uneventful as ever, as Dazai quiets, poking the ice sphere in his glass. There's only the faint clinking as it hits the bottom before bouncing back up.
But finally, seeming unable to bear the silence, Dazai speaks - ]
Odasaku. There are people who are born to die. You could think of them as having been born dead. But others are born to live, with death as an inevitability. They have to die when they're still alive.
[ He lifts one hand, tilting it at the wring, just his index finger extended. As to what the point of this nonsensical statement is, well, that's as questionable as ever.
There's a definite logic behind it, hidden deep somewhere deep beneath the earth, locked up tight in some coffin - far beneath the surface where snowdrops blossom. ]
... But it's possible for people to stay alive while dying, too. If you can stay alive while dying, then the flowers will forever stay in bloom.
[ Whatever he means by that, he doesn't seem favorable to the idea. ]
That's how it's always been and that's how it should be now. There's an unspoken agreement on what is and is not acceptable to touch upon. If that was somewhat intruded upon and broken down due to the difference in age and experience, then it should have slotted back into place by now.
They haven't, though. The pair of them pretend, but one can only have so many actions that they do not talk about before it becomes some unspoken agreement that it's normal behavior.
There can only be so many things that one avoids talking about before a certain sense of wrength begins to hang in the air, and gaps start to appear between conversations.
Such is the case now, at Club Quartz, a day as uneventful as ever, as Dazai quiets, poking the ice sphere in his glass. There's only the faint clinking as it hits the bottom before bouncing back up.
But finally, seeming unable to bear the silence, Dazai speaks - ]
Odasaku. There are people who are born to die. You could think of them as having been born dead. But others are born to live, with death as an inevitability. They have to die when they're still alive.
[ He lifts one hand, tilting it at the wring, just his index finger extended. As to what the point of this nonsensical statement is, well, that's as questionable as ever.
There's a definite logic behind it, hidden deep somewhere deep beneath the earth, locked up tight in some coffin - far beneath the surface where snowdrops blossom. ]
... But it's possible for people to stay alive while dying, too. If you can stay alive while dying, then the flowers will forever stay in bloom.
[ Whatever he means by that, he doesn't seem favorable to the idea. ]
Edited 2025-01-02 06:50 (UTC)
[If Odasaku has felt any disconnect from Dazai, he blames himself more than anyone. Of course, things remaining the same would be impossible. Even if it weren't for the dizzying way in which Dazai was tossed through time, Odasaku died and exchanged those final words with him. He lost everything that he cared about, and robbed someone else of the same. There's no going back from something like that. Now that Dazai's young again, Odasaku merely assumes there's no way he could truly understand.
[Perhaps that's not fair, but, no, they really aren't the type to talk about their lives, the many emotions that may well torture them.
[Dazai's statement is nonsensical, as they often are, but Odasaku always finds someway in to begin following - tries, which is more than a lot of people truly do. Death would be a theme, naturally - who it's meant for, who it's not. Maybe Odasaku ascribes one to himself purely for the sake of self-indulgence, but he has to wonder what Dazai's opinion of the topic is informed by too.]
Which would you consider yourself, then?
[Perhaps that's not fair, but, no, they really aren't the type to talk about their lives, the many emotions that may well torture them.
[Dazai's statement is nonsensical, as they often are, but Odasaku always finds someway in to begin following - tries, which is more than a lot of people truly do. Death would be a theme, naturally - who it's meant for, who it's not. Maybe Odasaku ascribes one to himself purely for the sake of self-indulgence, but he has to wonder what Dazai's opinion of the topic is informed by too.]
Which would you consider yourself, then?
[It's 2:00am. Oda's going back to sleep. Sorry, kid.
[And then it's 8:00am, and he checks his phone again.]
You figured it out. That one stumped me for a while too the first time I heard it.
Did that curry keep you up last night?
[And then it's 8:00am, and he checks his phone again.]
You figured it out. That one stumped me for a while too the first time I heard it.
Did that curry keep you up last night?
[ It's Valentine's Day.
Normally he wouldn't pay much mind to the day, but today is different.
Today is different, because it's also the day when he drops a large paper shopping bag down in front of Odasaku without a word.
He doesn't offer any indication as to what's in it, why he's showing it off, or anything else, but he sure does seem pleased about something. ]
Normally he wouldn't pay much mind to the day, but today is different.
Today is different, because it's also the day when he drops a large paper shopping bag down in front of Odasaku without a word.
He doesn't offer any indication as to what's in it, why he's showing it off, or anything else, but he sure does seem pleased about something. ]
[Oda looks at the bag. Oda looks at Dazai.]
What's this?
What's this?
Hey, Odasaku.
I haven't seen you around Quartz. You feeling okay?
I haven't seen you around Quartz. You feeling okay?
[Ah. He didn't think anyone but Dolph would notice...]
Hey, Charlie-kun.
I've been a little under the weather. I'm working on it.
How are you doing? This has to be the first time you've seen things go strange around here.
Hey, Charlie-kun.
I've been a little under the weather. I'm working on it.
How are you doing? This has to be the first time you've seen things go strange around here.
[ At some point during the week, Odasaku receives an invitation:
One gets the impression that if you go against his wishes to bring something anyway, it might stress him out...
When the mingle log goes up on the 22nd, please feel free to come tag around! ]
I'll be hosting a dinner party on March 22 and would love to see you there!
Feel free to come to the Horizons farmhouse any time after 5 PM.
Please do not bring anything! No food, no drinks, nothing but your presence. I appreciate the thought, but for me, the joy of this is being able to cook for a group of people, and I would like to handle it myself.
Hope to see you there!
Dr. Maruki
One gets the impression that if you go against his wishes to bring something anyway, it might stress him out...
When the mingle log goes up on the 22nd, please feel free to come tag around! ]
[These kinds of "getting to know you" games have never been to Shinjiro's taste, but he's found himself getting caught up enough in the energy of competitive spirit after the nightmare that was the previous month that he doesn't especially mind it, this time. He's a competitive person anyway, even though it usually only comes out with a certain specific musclehead. So he doesn't refuse to draw a paper slip when they start going around, glad to just have something to focus on beyond his own personal ghosts.
The thing is, he has someone in mind fairly readily when he does look at it, but it does feel awkward, like it's something he ought to keep to himself. Even so, he can't quite resist that compulsion urging him to hand the paper over, so eventually he does ... go searching.
That, apparently, is the easy part. Once he's face to face with the man in question? He considers turning around and walking away again. This is it, this is the thing that's going to actually kill him a second time. Not the cursed flower coughing disease with the secrets but needing to express an actual genuine emotion honestly. Gross.
He makes and pulls away from eye contact for a second time before he fishes out the slip and somewhat roughly shoves it in the older man's hand, without even a proper hello.
Someone you're glad you met here.]
The thing is, he has someone in mind fairly readily when he does look at it, but it does feel awkward, like it's something he ought to keep to himself. Even so, he can't quite resist that compulsion urging him to hand the paper over, so eventually he does ... go searching.
That, apparently, is the easy part. Once he's face to face with the man in question? He considers turning around and walking away again. This is it, this is the thing that's going to actually kill him a second time. Not the cursed flower coughing disease with the secrets but needing to express an actual genuine emotion honestly. Gross.
He makes and pulls away from eye contact for a second time before he fishes out the slip and somewhat roughly shoves it in the older man's hand, without even a proper hello.
Someone you're glad you met here.]
Edited 2025-05-03 00:51 (UTC)
[Oda is just about to greet Shinjiro, mouth open for a hello, when a slip of paper is shoved into his hands. His eyebrows raise a bit, and he looks down, unfolding it without another word. He reads that short line...
[Oda looks up. He's surprised, but...it's a sweet sentiment. Perhaps he hadn't realized that he'd left such an impression.]
I feel the same, Aragaki-kun. Thanks.
[Oda looks up. He's surprised, but...it's a sweet sentiment. Perhaps he hadn't realized that he'd left such an impression.]
I feel the same, Aragaki-kun. Thanks.
[ Odasaku never turned up at the clinic.
Haruaki doesn't know the details of what happened after that, but he can guess at the general shape of things. And he hates it. He's not used to being unable to dispel harmful magic. Even wishing for his anti-youkai powers back during this time hasn't been of any help.
He asks around at Quartz about where Odasaku lives, and as the end of the month draws near, makes his way over to the cottages so he can check for himself. Maybe the man won't be there either. Maybe he's still out in the fields, stalking prey. Hopefully he hasn't hurt too mnay people...
A gargoyle is out front, just as he was told it would be. Haruaki pauses for a moment as he stares at it, then closes his eyes and clasps his hands together as if in prayer, familiar words wrapping around his torso for the hundredth time as a sailor uniform manifests out of thin air.
It only takes a few minutes for him to finagle it onto the gargoyle, and then he smiles proudly at his handiwork before approaching the front door. He knocks, presses his ear to the door to try to listen, raises his voice to be heard: ]
Odasaku? It's Abe-sensei. Are you home?
Haruaki doesn't know the details of what happened after that, but he can guess at the general shape of things. And he hates it. He's not used to being unable to dispel harmful magic. Even wishing for his anti-youkai powers back during this time hasn't been of any help.
He asks around at Quartz about where Odasaku lives, and as the end of the month draws near, makes his way over to the cottages so he can check for himself. Maybe the man won't be there either. Maybe he's still out in the fields, stalking prey. Hopefully he hasn't hurt too mnay people...
A gargoyle is out front, just as he was told it would be. Haruaki pauses for a moment as he stares at it, then closes his eyes and clasps his hands together as if in prayer, familiar words wrapping around his torso for the hundredth time as a sailor uniform manifests out of thin air.
It only takes a few minutes for him to finagle it onto the gargoyle, and then he smiles proudly at his handiwork before approaching the front door. He knocks, presses his ear to the door to try to listen, raises his voice to be heard: ]
Odasaku? It's Abe-sensei. Are you home?
the cognitive dissonance of reading serious haruaki tags that still involve sailor uniforms
savetheweak
2025-06-27 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Odasaku feels like a living migraine. A knock on the door signals a visitor, and Oda doubts it's for Dazai. If it is, they'll be disappointed. He's been gone all morning.
[He figures maybe Dolph, more likely Maruki, or perhaps someone coming to deliver a swift kick in the ribs for whatever grief he caused them these last couple of weeks. It took nearly four days for him to finally come to at the crystal and start dragging himself back home. He still hasn't shaved, so when he opens the door, he's looking five times scruffier than usual, dark bags under his eyes making him look five times older.
[Seeing Abe is a surprise. Oda's eyebrows raise, and he clears his throat. Hopefully he isn't here because Oda owes him an apology, but if that's the case...]
Ah. Hey, Abe-sensei.
[The sun shines bright against blue eyes, squinting. Oda has to hold his hand over them like a visor.]
I'm pretty sure I know what this is about.
Let's go inside. You can just...give it to me straight. [God. He sounds exhausted too.
[He starts ducking back into the dimly lit house without waiting for an answer, but keeps a broad hand on the door, holding it open for Haruaki.]
[He figures maybe Dolph, more likely Maruki, or perhaps someone coming to deliver a swift kick in the ribs for whatever grief he caused them these last couple of weeks. It took nearly four days for him to finally come to at the crystal and start dragging himself back home. He still hasn't shaved, so when he opens the door, he's looking five times scruffier than usual, dark bags under his eyes making him look five times older.
[Seeing Abe is a surprise. Oda's eyebrows raise, and he clears his throat. Hopefully he isn't here because Oda owes him an apology, but if that's the case...]
Ah. Hey, Abe-sensei.
[The sun shines bright against blue eyes, squinting. Oda has to hold his hand over them like a visor.]
I'm pretty sure I know what this is about.
Let's go inside. You can just...give it to me straight. [God. He sounds exhausted too.
[He starts ducking back into the dimly lit house without waiting for an answer, but keeps a broad hand on the door, holding it open for Haruaki.]
that's my secret cap. all my tags involve sailor uniforms
dresscode
- 2025-06-27 23:40 (UTC) - Expand[At first, he's confused by the sudden concern, but...then, he recalls that cut that wouldn't heal and the odd boy who couldn't help. He must have put two and two together, now that everything's said and done.]
Hey, Flat-san.
I'm doing much better now. The last few weeks have been a bit strange though. I suppose that's what you're checking in about.
Hey, Flat-san.
I'm doing much better now. The last few weeks have been a bit strange though. I suppose that's what you're checking in about.
Hey.
[ he's given oda his space mostly. the cabana is big, big enough to get lost in. whether you want the beach or the large gardens and forested areas. or perhaps a quiet drink at the bar near the kitchen. of course, dolph has checked on him but he's taking his cues from oda this time.
he wonders if he should be doing more. pushing further. but he is oda's friend. he wants to be there, for whatever it is. dazai's words roll around in his head. ]
Want to grab a drink?
[ he's given oda his space mostly. the cabana is big, big enough to get lost in. whether you want the beach or the large gardens and forested areas. or perhaps a quiet drink at the bar near the kitchen. of course, dolph has checked on him but he's taking his cues from oda this time.
he wonders if he should be doing more. pushing further. but he is oda's friend. he wants to be there, for whatever it is. dazai's words roll around in his head. ]
Want to grab a drink?
[It's...odd, staying at the cabana. Not because Oda doesn't like it, but because it's nicer than anything he's ever known - and he's happy for Dolph, for that, but it's just so much that he finds himself getting lost. He mostly stays in the small bedroom Dolph has set aside for him, and he's endlessly grateful, especially when his dear friend does think to pop his head in. Oda sits up from where he'd been lounging on the bed, reading a book. He sets it down and tries to smile at Dolph, but of course, the smiles he thinks he's making rarely make it to his face.]
Hey, Dolph. Sure thing.
Here, or Quartz?
Hey, Dolph. Sure thing.
Here, or Quartz?
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