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.

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[ninjou]

[Coat... coat... ah, right. He shrugs off the outer coat and begins to fuss with his suit jacket.]

I'm going to make you sick...

[tenimuho]

I know better than to go walking around when I'm sick. I'll be fine.

[Miserable, but fine.]

[ninjou]

I'm so sick... don't kiss me...

[A broken record...]

You'll be sick. I don't want you to be sick.

[tenimuho]

Alright. I won't kiss you until you're better.

[It'll be for everyone's sake. Even Dazai, who will probably still pout about it.]

[ninjou]

[Oh he's already pouting.]

Can I sleep? I need to work but I want to sleep so I'm hiding...

[tenimuho]

Call in sick. You'll infect all your subordinates if you go in today.

[ninjou]

I lost my phone.

[It's in his coat pocket.]

[tenimuho]

Where have you looked?

[Dazai, seriously.]

[ninjou]

[.....]

My hands.

[tenimuho]

Your phone is not supposed to be glued to your hands, Dazai.

[ninjou]

I'm sorry.....

[Flopping into bed now.]

[tenimuho]

It's alright. I'll look for it for you.

[Of course he checks Dazai's coat pockets first, like any reasonable person would.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai manages to get his tie off, too, and curls up on top of the blankets, face buried in the pillows.]

You're so handsome today...

[tenimuho]

[No, Dazai's delirious and talking to pillows.]

Here's your phone. [He sets it by Dazai's head.] You should call in before you pass out.

[ninjou]

[He looks up and takes the phone, flopping onto his back and selecting a contact.

He sounds perfectly fine as he discusses a few things and lets them know he'll be out for a couple of days... then hangs up and drops the phone on the bed.]

[tenimuho]

If I hadn't seen you fall on my floor, I'd think you were faking sick.

[That is some impressive not-sounding-sick ability.]

[ninjou]

I'm a very good actor.

[And now he sounds like death again.]

...water?

[tenimuho]

[He sure is. Odasaku fetches him a full bottle of water from his fridge, and returns.]

Anything else?

[ninjou]

[Dazai, confirmed dramatist.]

Water is good... I don't feel like eating or anything.

[tenimuho]

You can nap for now. I'll make you soup when you wake up, even if you still don't feel like eating.

[It's good for you.]

[ninjou]

Are you going to leave?

[All smiles, though he still looks dead to the world. Give this man pills.]

[tenimuho]

No. I'll just be in the living room, so call for me if you need anything.

[Watching a sleeping person is boring and creepy.]

[ninjou]

I'll miss you.

[Curling up... water is cuddled.]

[tenimuho]

I won't be far away. You'll see me soon.

[He's not going to cuddle with you, you sick person.]

[ninjou]

Byebye......

[He rolls over, snuggling the water bottle, not even bothering to get under the sheets.]

I'm naming my water Odasaku and it will stay with me.