For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[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?

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[tenimuho]

[Odasaku would nope out of the room and possibly the entire solar system. He's glad.

As it is, he sighs heavily, then slides a little closer on the floor.]

Just one.

[ninjou]

[Dazai crouches.]

One.

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku exhales, takes another breath, and leans in.

It's a light, chaste, gentle kiss. Definitely nothing as deep as Dazai would probably like. But at least it's lasting for more than just an instant, when he could cheat his way out of this like that.]

[ninjou]

[He grips Odasaku's lapels instead of letting him move away. He doesn't force another kiss, but he stays close.]

See? It's not wrong. It's good, isn't it?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku doesn't tug or push, so no more head injuries for Dazai today.]

No, Dazai. It's still wrong.

[He feels something unpleasant in the pit of his stomach. He shouldn't be going along with this.]

[ninjou]

It's not wrong. It's not any more wrong than killing people, and I do that all the time.

[He smiles, glancing down at Odasaku's lips.]

It's probably less wrong than killing people.

[tenimuho]

It's a different kind of wrong. They're not comparable.

[You can kill people, or like people who kill people, and still be (unsure) about kissing teenagers.]

[ninjou]

I'm comparing them.

[He tries for a second kiss.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku pulls away as best as he can with Dazai still holding his lapels.]

You said one.

[ninjou]

[He lets him go.]

One. Fine. Are you going to run away now?

[tenimuho]

[He stands and retreats an inch or two.]

Does finding a bandage for your head count as running away?

[He really does feel bad about that.]

[ninjou]

Yes. I don't need a bandage. If you want to soothe me...

[He smirks.]

Let's make a bet.

[tenimuho]

...What kind of a bet?

[He doesn't like this already.]

[ninjou]

The kind where we both win.

[It's not surprising.]

[tenimuho]

More specifically?

[ninjou]

More specifically, let's play a game. I'll put it on easy. If you beat it, I'll stop trying to kiss you.

[tenimuho]

Which game?

[He's better at some than others.]

And, if I don't beat it?

[ninjou]

The fighting one we played last week.

[A sigh.]

Ahh... we play so many games.

[tenimuho]

And, if I don't beat it.

[You're not getting out of this without explaining the bet in full.]

[ninjou]

You have to kiss me again.

[SHRUG.]

[tenimuho]

...Alright. If it's easy mode, I can win.

[He'll set up the game system for them, then settle down with his controller.

Easy mode, and his best fighter. Shouldn't be too hard.]

[ninjou]

[Please. Odasaku, you suck.]

Let's see, then.

[tenimuho]

[He's not as good as Dazai, but he's not totally hopeless. He seems to be doing fairly well in the first round against the AI, at least.]

[ninjou]

[What happens if Dazai drapes over his shoulders while he's playing?]

[tenimuho]

[That's distracting, and Odasaku can't help but glance at him.]

What are you doing?

[-he messes up a combo and gets hit while he's asking.]