[Well, he can totally deal with a simple bump on his head without help, but still.
[Oda wanders out of his room in his slippers, glancing into the dark living room. Dazai's bedroom is just across the way. He comes over to it and knocks.]
[ ... But unfortunately it is Odasaku, so he'll begrudgingly pick himself up from bleeding all over the floor to wander over to the door and open it. He sure does have yet another eye injury or close to again, and it is bleeding profusely.
It's fine. There's nothing to worry about. ]
If I leave it, then it'll scalp over by itself, so...
[ So Dazai doesn't care about it all that much these days.
It was always someone else who did, really. ]
I don't think this is enough for me to bleed out....
If it's just this, I can take care of it myself... You should know that...
[ He mumbles, but it's the voice of a petulant child; some tone reserved for present company as he covers the injury, but he'll readily follow along. ]
[Not entirely a lie. Odasaku may not say so himself, but he's always been the type of person to want to care for someone else. Dazai isn't weak, but it's nice, isn't it, to have someone patch you up once in a while?]
I never took that potion. [He gets a first aid kit out from under the sink.] Now would have been a good time to test it if I had.
[ He's always been in and out of hospitals. It's less now, he's so much better about it now despite his dramatics, and yet -
It really has been a long time. Six long years since he collapsed on someone's porch based on a rumor. Six long years since he got more than he bargained for.
Six long years, and so Dazai's more helpless now than ever in the face of those words. ]
Ahaha.... If you say it like that, then I can't refuse...
[ Mumbled, awkward, uncertain, and completely unlike him. He watches with a slight smile though, and that is newer, ]
It wouldn't work on me, but it's fine. I've never injured this side before.
[ He grins, poking at the the injury before pressing his palm back against it with a little laugh, because he's never once felt all that bad about missing out on any healing abilities. ]
[ But... He'll be straightforward, because of who he's talking to. ]
It worked for awhile, but once I received No Longer Human, it no longer did. I found out quickly that my ability can kill people here...
[ His smile twitches along with his shoulders, just the faintest sign of displeasure, though he has neither love nor hatred for his ability on the whole, ]
It no longer works when I try to use it, so I do not believe that anyone else's would either. It's just like home.
[ And he does mind that for that odd cocktail of a taste of normalcy and a sudden awareness of his ability to harm, but it also doesn't, because his ability is as much a part of him as anything. It's just one more consideration, easily worked around. ]
[Muttered, focused. He's pressing cotton against Dazai's wound, as carefully as he would one of the orphans. For all of Dazai's suicide talk, Oda knows he doesn't like pain.
[For what it's worth, he doesn't seem to mind touching him at all.]
You'd think a place like this would come with a different set of rules. I guess not.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised that all we had to do to get our abilities back was ask. I have to admit, I was feeling pretty lost without mine.
[ It's gentle, but he's whining far worse than one of Odasaku's orphans would otherwise. But that's part of who he is. He hates the pain of living already, he can't handle much else, yet he grins and points to injuries that bring him closer to death; but then whines and cries about treatments with anyone who cares.
Always in and out of hospitals, but he chooses now to whine; it's cathartic, because Mori might have needed him, but Odasaku was the only one who had truly cared, ]
Ow, ow...!!
[ That said, he should be used to these dramatics. Dazai is truly the sort to cry more about a molehill than a mountain when given the chance.
But at least he won't whine too much now, his eyes instead remaining fixated on Oda's own blue spheres. ]
You were... If you were to combine your ability with your natural talents, you would be unmatched, Odasaku...
[ It's an intense stare, directly at him, but there's warmth to it.
Warmth that he's not quite sure how to follow up on, and so, ]
.. My new goal here... Is for you to make 800 friends.That's what I've decided on.
[ He settles on something completely ridiculous instead, despite him being almost perfectly serious on the matter (i.e. making odasaku friends but not that many.) ]
[Every time Dazai tries to lock their gazes, Odasaku complies. It seems like the right thing to do. He doesn't often get the chance to look at those eyes up close like this. They're a warmer brown than anyone would guess, Odasaku thinks.]
You've said as much before.
[The wound is cleaned. Odasaku gets a small bandage to apply.]
800 friends, huh? I don't think there are even 800 people in this town. Do you?
[The bandage is put in place. Oda's expression is rather flat, but that's usually the case.]
80 people is still pretty steep. You think I'm that lonely?
[He holds up a finger and goes to the sink to get warm water on a towel. Dazai is covered in blood now. He just needs to dab off his face a little...
[It might be strange. Even Oda realizes that it must be. But it does feel nice, the way he thought it would. He doesn't want to see Dazai bleed. It doesn't hurt to help each other. And it wouldn't be the first time...]
[ He's instinctively closing that eye now, more to avoid any remnant liquid than anything... Dazai isn't any stranger to others taking care of him, but it still feels surreal to have it be someone who hasn't tended to him in so many years. Between that and the question his expression falters, caught off guard, and he fidgets, no more sure of what to do now than he was years ago. ]
8, then...
[ He manages to hold aside from his restless fidgeting though, letting the blood be cleaned off his face.
800, to 80, to 8... The comment about how he doesn't want Odasaku to be lonely when he dies is there, but his lungs collapse and his chest compresses when he tries to say the words There's a breathy sound as he tries it, one that saves itself in a slight chuckle, ]
Well... You need someone to depend on, right? You need people who you can depend on, so I have to make sure you have someone! Like Maruki-san and BB-chan!
[ His voice starts low, uncertain, as though he's faltering on some idea, before picking up as he goes along, growing in pitch as his expression brightens. It would be wrong to call it fake, because it's what Dazai wants and believes. It's what he knows. ]
[If Odasaku senses any of Dazai's apprehension, he doesn't let it show. He's always been good at that too. In some ways, it doesn't surprise Odasaku, that it might bring out this side in Dazai. He sounds as young and uncertain as he did when they first met. Oda's heart aches for that too.
[There's no one in the world that he cherishes more than his dear friend.
[The blood is cleaned. Odasaku leans away, inspecting his friend.]
You can count Maruki-san down already, I think. We talk pretty regularly. I guess that makes BB-chan next on the list.
[ Dazai blinks, his vision a briefly blurring from the water, and rubs his eyes. He brushes his hair out of his face, rubs both his eyes once more out of instinct more than anything, then looks again. ]
BB-chan is next. There are others too. You don't have to worry about the Port Mafia anymore, so you can live your life freely here.
[ That's nothing they haven't discussed before, of course; it would need to come up over time.
And as ever, Dazai isn't quite sure of what it is that he wants to say, and so, ]
... You want a beautiful, sharp-witted woman, right? I'm going to find a beautiful woman to die with, so before that, I want you to have a wife, and friends who will support you.
[Odasaku has gotten so used to Dazai's talk of death that he seems to barely hear it. He does hear it, though. He doesn't like it, of course, to think of his friend, dead under any circumstances. No one likes to think of something like that.
[The conversation isn't truly about women. Dazai is hesitant to leave Odasaku behind. Odasaku feels the same. Maybe they were destined to be apart, but it's not what he wants. It's not what he'll ever want.
[These emotions well up inside of him like a wave, but it never crashes, just sinks back down. He's been watching his friend too long. Speaks, at last.]
I'm enjoying the time I have here with you. I'd rather worry about that other stuff later.
[ Well. That's true. He can't refute either point.
He sighs. ]
... I rolled off the bed, and half the bed came with me, and I don't know where a couple things went...
[ He's sulking a little now, but it does seem to be his displeasure with how he wound up banging his head, though this sort of ridiculous way of injuring himself is fairly in character. ]
Why is it that the human body is only paralyzed for a tiny fraction of the time it's asleep anyway? Seems like a pretty useless feature to me.
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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
I fell out of bed and hit my head on the corner of the nightstand. It was the worst dream, just the worst!
I dreamed that Chuuya was here! What a horrible nightmare!!
Let me check.
[ He's touching his head and forehead, eye, and etc... ]
Well, at least it's my left side this time...
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[Well, he can totally deal with a simple bump on his head without help, but still.
[Oda wanders out of his room in his slippers, glancing into the dark living room. Dazai's bedroom is just across the way. He comes over to it and knocks.]
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It's fine. There's nothing to worry about. ]
If I leave it, then it'll scalp over by itself, so...
[ So Dazai doesn't care about it all that much these days.
It was always someone else who did, really. ]
I don't think this is enough for me to bleed out....
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Definitely not. Still, you'll make a mess...
[His voice is quiet. He stays at the threshold. They don't really enter each other's spaces like this...]
No reason not to patch it up. Come out to the kitchen.
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[ He mumbles, but it's the voice of a petulant child; some tone reserved for present company as he covers the injury, but he'll readily follow along. ]
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[Not entirely a lie. Odasaku may not say so himself, but he's always been the type of person to want to care for someone else. Dazai isn't weak, but it's nice, isn't it, to have someone patch you up once in a while?]
I never took that potion. [He gets a first aid kit out from under the sink.] Now would have been a good time to test it if I had.
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It really has been a long time. Six long years since he collapsed on someone's porch based on a rumor. Six long years since he got more than he bargained for.
Six long years, and so Dazai's more helpless now than ever in the face of those words. ]
Ahaha.... If you say it like that, then I can't refuse...
[ Mumbled, awkward, uncertain, and completely unlike him. He watches with a slight smile though, and that is newer, ]
It wouldn't work on me, but it's fine. I've never injured this side before.
[ He grins, poking at the the injury before pressing his palm back against it with a little laugh, because he's never once felt all that bad about missing out on any healing abilities. ]
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I was almost wondering if it would. This place is bizarre beyond our imaginations. It's not necessarily an ability like the sort we have, so...
[He hesitates with the cotton just above the cut on Dazai's brow.]
Have you tested it?
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[ He's slumping forward in the manner of a man who's had his entire life ruined by a singular event. ]
But, nothing...
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It worked for awhile, but once I received No Longer Human, it no longer did. I found out quickly that my ability can kill people here...
[ His smile twitches along with his shoulders, just the faintest sign of displeasure, though he has neither love nor hatred for his ability on the whole, ]
It no longer works when I try to use it, so I do not believe that anyone else's would either. It's just like home.
[ And he does mind that for that odd cocktail of a taste of normalcy and a sudden awareness of his ability to harm, but it also doesn't, because his ability is as much a part of him as anything. It's just one more consideration, easily worked around. ]
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[Muttered, focused. He's pressing cotton against Dazai's wound, as carefully as he would one of the orphans. For all of Dazai's suicide talk, Oda knows he doesn't like pain.
[For what it's worth, he doesn't seem to mind touching him at all.]
You'd think a place like this would come with a different set of rules. I guess not.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised that all we had to do to get our abilities back was ask. I have to admit, I was feeling pretty lost without mine.
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Always in and out of hospitals, but he chooses now to whine; it's cathartic, because Mori might have needed him, but Odasaku was the only one who had truly cared, ]
Ow, ow...!!
[ That said, he should be used to these dramatics. Dazai is truly the sort to cry more about a molehill than a mountain when given the chance.
But at least he won't whine too much now, his eyes instead remaining fixated on Oda's own blue spheres. ]
You were... If you were to combine your ability with your natural talents, you would be unmatched, Odasaku...
[ It's an intense stare, directly at him, but there's warmth to it.
Warmth that he's not quite sure how to follow up on, and so, ]
.. My new goal here... Is for you to make 800 friends.That's what I've decided on.
[ He settles on something completely ridiculous instead, despite him being almost perfectly serious on the matter (i.e. making odasaku friends but not that many.) ]
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You've said as much before.
[The wound is cleaned. Odasaku gets a small bandage to apply.]
800 friends, huh? I don't think there are even 800 people in this town. Do you?
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[ He says, somewhat sheepish... Is that too ambitious? As always, he really does seem to consider before offering a slight nod in acceptance. ]
80 people, then!
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80 people is still pretty steep. You think I'm that lonely?
[He holds up a finger and goes to the sink to get warm water on a towel. Dazai is covered in blood now. He just needs to dab off his face a little...
[It might be strange. Even Oda realizes that it must be. But it does feel nice, the way he thought it would. He doesn't want to see Dazai bleed. It doesn't hurt to help each other. And it wouldn't be the first time...]
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8, then...
[ He manages to hold aside from his restless fidgeting though, letting the blood be cleaned off his face.
800, to 80, to 8... The comment about how he doesn't want Odasaku to be lonely when he dies is there, but his lungs collapse and his chest compresses when he tries to say the words There's a breathy sound as he tries it, one that saves itself in a slight chuckle, ]
Well... You need someone to depend on, right? You need people who you can depend on, so I have to make sure you have someone! Like Maruki-san and BB-chan!
[ His voice starts low, uncertain, as though he's faltering on some idea, before picking up as he goes along, growing in pitch as his expression brightens. It would be wrong to call it fake, because it's what Dazai wants and believes. It's what he knows. ]
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[There's no one in the world that he cherishes more than his dear friend.
[The blood is cleaned. Odasaku leans away, inspecting his friend.]
You can count Maruki-san down already, I think. We talk pretty regularly. I guess that makes BB-chan next on the list.
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BB-chan is next. There are others too. You don't have to worry about the Port Mafia anymore, so you can live your life freely here.
[ That's nothing they haven't discussed before, of course; it would need to come up over time.
And as ever, Dazai isn't quite sure of what it is that he wants to say, and so, ]
... You want a beautiful, sharp-witted woman, right? I'm going to find a beautiful woman to die with, so before that, I want you to have a wife, and friends who will support you.
[ Plotting his life out seems simpler. ]
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[The conversation isn't truly about women. Dazai is hesitant to leave Odasaku behind. Odasaku feels the same. Maybe they were destined to be apart, but it's not what he wants. It's not what he'll ever want.
[These emotions well up inside of him like a wave, but it never crashes, just sinks back down. He's been watching his friend too long. Speaks, at last.]
I'm enjoying the time I have here with you. I'd rather worry about that other stuff later.
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Nothing has changed; they fell right back into the old familiar routine, but...
But these conversations seem just a little bit more difficult now. ]
You have to put your wife first, Odasaku.
[ He wags his finger, but doesn't seem inclined to push the matter any further. ]
Sorry for for waking you up.
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[He tucks the contents of the first aid kit back in place and closes it up.]
It's not like I can't sleep in if I want to. Don't worry about it.
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He sighs. ]
... I rolled off the bed, and half the bed came with me, and I don't know where a couple things went...
[ He's sulking a little now, but it does seem to be his displeasure with how he wound up banging his head, though this sort of ridiculous way of injuring himself is fairly in character. ]
Why is it that the human body is only paralyzed for a tiny fraction of the time it's asleep anyway? Seems like a pretty useless feature to me.
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[What he's picturing is not unlike a cartoon, with Dazai falling off the bed and the bed falling to pieces, possibly with a humorous sound effect.
[The corners of Oda's mouth tug.]
That sounds like something that would only happen to you. Maybe you should sleep on the couch tonight.
We can talk a while longer.
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takes out my beast icon for u only
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evil icon from pan gomen
i started it with beastzai i have no room to judge
CRIES LMK IF U WANNA WRAP OR GO ON I AM EATING THIS
MAYHAPS... A LIL MORE... cw: suicide talk
OF COURSE god this fucking ripped me apart
i might not recover from this one
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