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?

Comments

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku lets himself be steered down into the bar.

He's sure Dazai does have exciting things he could talk about, but most of it's probably classified anyway.]

Let me know when you want me to shut up about them.

[ninjou]

Sure.

[He smiles, though darkly, and leads Odasaku back to a dark corner of the bar. There are nicer places to meet, but this one is kind of... call it a safe place for re-introduction.

Dazai takes a seat.]

Anything else interesting?

[tenimuho]

Just the kids. I don't live a very interesting life.

[...comparatively, anyway.]

[ninjou]

I got shot twice yesterday... nearly lost my eye. You ought to see what happened.

[So flippant. If Odasaku thought Dazai didn't care about his life before, it's twenty times worse now.]

I have to say, telling people what to do is a little bit too much. I don't think I care enough to micromanage.

[tenimuho]

[It sure seems that way.]

Mm. I don't think I could do it.

[One of the many, many, many reasons he's not an executive.]

[ninjou]

I don't think you could.

[He smiles and gestures to the bartender.]

No offense intended, but you'd get bored.

[tenimuho]

None taken.

[Odasaku orders a light drink.]

I don't envy you at all.