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[There are a lot of reasons why a person would want to humor an up-and-coming mafioso, likely to be one of the youngest executives if not the youngest executive in Port Mafia history.
But Odasaku doesn't really think of what he's doing right now, sitting down and playing video games with Dazai, as 'humoring' him. Even if he's not all that great at fighting games compared to Dazai, and even if it might be considered a little weird, a 20-year-old playing games with a 15-year-old...]
Oh, I lost again.
[...it's fun even when he loses, so he's playing.]
Good game. Want another round?
But Odasaku doesn't really think of what he's doing right now, sitting down and playing video games with Dazai, as 'humoring' him. Even if he's not all that great at fighting games compared to Dazai, and even if it might be considered a little weird, a 20-year-old playing games with a 15-year-old...]
Oh, I lost again.
[...it's fun even when he loses, so he's playing.]
Good game. Want another round?

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[Each syllable is separate, deliberate.
This up and coming mafioso bears fewer bandages than he will in a few years time, but he maintains that air of maturity and wisdom hidden behind flagrant self-interest that will be there until the day he departs the mafia.
He is holding the controller gingerly, looking at his companion.]
You're so bad at this... you really suck.
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[It's not said defensively: it's the truth. As the bottom-ranking mafia member, Odasaku's hours are long.
He might suck, but he's never intentionally thrown a game to Dazai.]
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[Sigh. Dazai shakes his head and clucks his tongue.]
I'm not surprised... if you don't practice, you don't get better, but at the same time, I'm just good at it naturally.
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[A true dilemma.]
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[He's fishing for something.]
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[Honest.]
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[He sounds so flippant.]
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Sometimes he forgot that Dazai was a human being who could actually be killed by anyone besides himself.
It was a relief to him when he later heard that Dazai was out of the hospital and recovering. Even more of a relief, when Dazai called him up and invited him over for video games.
...Dazai's probably still recovering. He should bring something.
So Odasaku shows up at Dazai's door with several cans of soup.]
Can I put these in your kitchen?
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Thanks...
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How are you feeling?
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Recovering. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. [He smiles.] I was lucky! The bullet missed my neck!
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[Odasaku has a seat on one end of the couch.]
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[Dazai doesn't sit yet.]
I uh... bullet in the shoulder, sprained wrist, twisted ankle, some bruises... Almost cut my cheek up, but the doctor said it won't scar. Everything else will.
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Odasaku would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. There are a million reasons why he should be more nervous than he is, even. But he'd promised something, and he has every intention of following through on that promise.
When he shows up at Dazai's home, he's carrying a box. Before Dazai gets any strange thoughts about that-]
I got you a cake.
[Traditional celebrations shouldn't just be forgotten about. And Odasaku likes cake, personally.]
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Did you want to eat some?
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[...Maybe hungry for other things, but not for cake.
He'll just put his box down in the kitchen, then return.]
How has your day been?
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[He'll wait patiently for Odasaku to return, staring at his feet, but his head snaps up and he looks like a man nervously emamored.]
Good. I got shot at. Third time this week.
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[Since... there'll be a lot of touching, later. He doesn't want to cause Dazai any pain.]
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[Ah. Nervousness is about to show. He fusses with his coat a bit.]
I'm fine.
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He spots Odasaku toward the start, and promptly settles into a pattern of flirting with female guests and drinking. Of course, he can't resist getting a parting shot at the man who practically jilted him, so eventually... well, he follows the man to the bathroom. He'll wait outside.]
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So when he emerges from the bathroom, he just blinks.]
Congratulations on your promotion.
[It's exactly what anyone would say.]
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[He sounds amiable enough, only a little cold. The usual coldness, anyway, the same he'd give any other.]
Why are you here?
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[So he came, despite the distance between them.]
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[He's feeling this out.]
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[Well, they're in conversation now, so as long as he doesn't bring up anything unfortunate they'll be fine. Probably.]
I hope you've been well.
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