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ninjou.
[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.
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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[He smiles. It's almost shy.]
You started all of this while I'm sick. All I want to do is kiss you and hold you in my arms. Instead... I get really, really good soup.
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[Chicken soup takes a surprising amount of effort.]
But you're right. It's my fault.
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[He nods.]
No one's ever cooked something like this for me before.
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[He can't exactly picture Mori putting together a home-cooked meal, but maybe one of the women Dazai spent a night with...]
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[No wonder.]
I'm glad you like it.
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You're a good cook.
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[SHRUG.]
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[Fuck, he super just... wants to kiss him and being sick is dumb.]
Knock me out until I'm better. I can't stand looking at you when I can't kiss you.
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[He sort of understands the feeling, though.]
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After the soup, then. I'm almost done.
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Let me know if there's anything else.
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No. I'm good. Thank you again.
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Alright. You're welcome.
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