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[laserhawk]

True.

[ though he's never been much of a boss. he runs a loose ship. ]

I just never heard you call me that.

[savetheweak]

[Something twitches on Oda's lips, fond.]

I don't think I ever have.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph rubs his neck, self-conscious. ]

I don't think I even feel like a boss.

[savetheweak]

Well... For all the bosses I've had, you don't exactly act like one either.

What else would you like me to call you?

[laserhawk]

What, like a nickname?

[ he's never thought of it before. most of the names he was planned were well . . . derogatory. laserpigeon, laserfuck, god he doesn't miss red in the least.

this is different though, but dolph feels fairly stymied. ]

I dunno. I've never really . . . used them? Plus I'm bad at thinking about names.

[savetheweak]

Bad at thinking about them? What do you mean?

[laserhawk]

Like . . . being creative about it.

It never really came naturally.

[savetheweak]

Well... Odasaku isn't the most creative name, if that helps.

It's relatively common in Japanese to combine given names and surnames like that. Maruki might be Marutaku, or something like that. [Just an example.

[. . .]

It's something Dazai came up with. [He tries to say it casually; his throat sticks.] He'll get pissed if I don't introduce myself to everyone that way.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph huffs. but he's relieved that oda brought himself to bring up dazai. now he doesn't have to walk around eggshells. ]

He did get pissed off at me. Like he wouldn't let me use anything else.

[savetheweak]

[Some short breath leaves him, but it isn't a laugh. He feels weak suddenly, dizzy, but he doesn't show it other than tapping his front shirt pocket to make sure he has his cigarettes.]

It was important to him. Must have been.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph pauses in his walk for a moment, before reaching out to clasp oda by the shoulder. ]

Everything about you was important to him.

[savetheweak]

[Oda stops.

[He stops. If he doesn't keep going, he'll die, but he stops. He stops.

[And his voice is quiet. Hoarse.]

I shouldn't talk about him like he's dead.

I'm the dead one.

[laserhawk]

[ how likely will it be to see dazai again? here, in this deathless place? a place he found no real reprieve? maybe they shouldn't. but at the same time, here they were. purgatorial beings.

so he keeps his hand there. steady. ]

He's not here right now.

You're allowed to mourn that.

[savetheweak]

[Oda? Mourn? Has he ever mourned? At some point, he must have lost his parents, but he doesn't remember. He's taken hundreds of human lives, witnessed the death of all his children, but has he ever mourned? Burning out like a supernova doesn't count. What is Dolph saying? The words sound so foreign.

[He's quiet too long, or at least it feels too long. His body leans into Dolph's touch.]

I've never done that before.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph's no expert either. to him, mourning was perpetual. endless. a part of his being. he mourned what could have been. the people he lost. the regrets.

alex. there'll always be a part that mourns their love. the first. the last. dolph lets out a quiet breath. ]

We'll pour him a glass. And figure it out.

[savetheweak]

[Oda feels the breath the he pulls in through his nose.]

I always do.

[Pour him a glass, figure it out.

[Oda clears his throat a bit.]

Mind if I smoke?

[laserhawk]

Go ahead.

[ second hand smoke is something he's used to. nostalgic. the only difference is alex loved thick cigars. his only luxury in eden. he would joke about it too. ]

[savetheweak]

[Dolph never minds. Oda takes a cigarette out of his pack and lights it up, the first drag as lovely as it always is, laced with something terrible and hollow. He breathes it out, and they keep walking.

[Oda's quiet for a moment, smoking, moving, and then:]

You're Dolph to me. I like your name the way it is.

[laserhawk]

[ a wry chuckle. ]

It's probably the only thing I really remember. Still, it's hard to come up with fun nicknames for a word like "Dolph".

[savetheweak]

[Another quiet few moments. That not-quite-smile tugs at his lips again as he glances his friend's way.]

Anyone ever call you a dolphin before?

[laserhawk]

[ he blinks. ]

No, not really. It's not like I resemble one.

Besides the colour.

[ taps on his visor for emphasis. ]

[savetheweak]

[At this - at this - Oda finally smiles. It's small, and it's his birthday, and his best friend is gone, and his other best friend is here, and his other best friend is near, and his last best friend has been long gone too long...

[But Oda smiles.]

You're right. Things would be a little different if you resembled a dolphin.

So, that won't do...

[laserhawk]

[ dolph just — watches. for him, it's still so rare to see a smile. much less being the recipient. the reason. he had fans long ago. fake smiles and real ones. he lived in a world of half-realities. nothing was true. everything was a betrayal.

and here, people smile at him all the time. it never stops being baffling. eventually, he shrugs, fighting off a dark flush. ]

You're a writer. I'm sure you'll come up with something.

[savetheweak]

[You're a writer. And what makes a writer? They have to write - Oda has been writing. He's shown Dolph some of it, showed Dazai some of it, never felt all that confident about his words, though they are beautiful.

[Dolph looks at him and sees a writer. It makes his heart swell in his chest like a terrible wave, and that smile softens, warm and affectionate.]

I'll make it simple, then. "Dokkun". That's what I'll call you.

[laserhawk]

Dokkun, huh?

[ despite knowing many people from japan, dolph's never quite picked up the tenor and vocabulary they use, so he sounds it out curiously, hopefully matching the pronunciation. it rests easily and he finds . . . he does like it. ]

Sure. Dokkun it is. Should I let Maruki know or should we keep it between us?