For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[Tonight, Dazai is really drunk.

This is not different from most other nights in their favorite bar, save for a few things.

1. Ango isn't here.

2. Dazai is really drunk. The kind of drunk that has Odasaku concerned that he might be trying to die through liver failure. That drunk.

And so, it's with hesitation that he speaks up.]

Maybe you should stop drinking for tonight.

Comments

[ninjou]

[Dazai giggles a little from time to time, so he ends up having to look away while the arm is finished up. Then it's to the neck, and... those are kind of the ones he wants to hide the most. And the bruises, fresh and dark.]

I told you, though. You're handsome. I don't think you know how great you are.

[tenimuho]

Apparently I don't.

[He definitely doesn't want to get into this again, or he will have a heart attack.

He wraps up Dazai's neck with the same care as his arms. If the freshness of the bruises bothers him, he doesn't comment on it.]

Not too tight?

[ninjou]

It's good.

[He reaches to touch Odasaku's hair, ruffles it a little, and pulls away to finish things up himself.]

I didn't mean to stay this long...

[tenimuho]

You should get going.

[As much as it would be nice to just stay in all day.]

I'll see you tonight.

[ninjou]

Yep!

[Dazai looks content. Utterly content. Maybe a liiiiittle smug.]

I'll see you tonight.

[And, grabbing his clothing and hurriedly shoving it on, off he goes...]