For ninjou, yandazai~

[tenimuho]

[Someone who knows Odasaku as well as Dazai does surely noticed from the moment that Odasaku entered the bar, but he's in a surprisingly good mood tonight. He's humming a little, his steps are lighter, and there's even the hint of a genuine smile on his face as he sits down.

Ango's not here tonight, so it's just the two of them and the bartender.

Inquire as to what's made him so pleased?]

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[ninjou]

I don't have to, no. But I'm going to.

[He backs off, but only a little. The way he feels about Odasaku can't be compared to anything else in the world. Ever. With anyone.]

Let me take care of you.

[tenimuho]

...If you want.

[How can you even take care of someone in the Port Mafia anyway? It's a dangerous job. People get hurt.

But Dazai can try.]

[ninjou]

Am I not making sense?

[Slightly confused, Dazai stands, straightening his overcoat before going to drape it over his desk. He looks like he wants to pace.]

What am I doing wrong?

[tenimuho]

I don't think it's possible to keep someone with my job from getting hurt. Even for you. And I don't want you to blame yourself if something happens.

[He knows the risks very well.]

[ninjou]

You can get physically hurt, it'll happen. Though... [His ability.] ...regardless, your reputation is what matters.

[tenimuho]

...I don't care much about that.

[He's the mafia's lowest-ranking member, he doesn't have much of a reputation to protect.]

[ninjou]

I care.

[Dazai, looking grim, goes to lean on his desk.]

You could end up tortured, or worse. I'm not okay with that.

[tenimuho]

[He hadn't really thought about that.]

I don't think that's likely.

[ninjou]

Isn't it?

[A sigh.]

You don't understand the mafia world at all sometimes.

[tenimuho]

No, I guess not.

[...Really, though, this is too much concern over a small possibility.]

[ninjou]

Think, Odasaku. What would I do without you?

[He tries to smile. This actually hurts, thinking about something happening to him, thinking about him turning his back on Dazai, or dying, or becoming anything but his.]

You're my best friend.

[tenimuho]

[Dazai would survive and move on, but Odasaku doesn't think that's the right thing to say right now.]

You're my best friend, too. - Ango will be jealous.

[It's awkward being a third wheel.]

[ninjou]

Ango can...

[Basically fuck off.]

Cope. He's a big boy, he'll be fine! [Shit. Gotta laugh. Must laugh. He forces a chuckle.]

[tenimuho]

[Ango will probably be fine, but... still.]

Please excuse me for a second.

[Odasaku rises from his seat and turns towards the door. He's only leaving to use the bathroom, but he'll probably be pretty concerned when he finds that the door is locked.]

[ninjou]

[Well. That's... abrupt. Dazai's eyes go wide while Odasaku isn't watching, then narrow. What did he do wrong? Why is he being rejected? No one just walks out on an Executive, even if they are friends.

Laugh. Fucking laugh.]

I need to get that lock fixed, don't I?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku jiggles the handle somewhat. No luck.]

...I need to use the bathroom.

[Unless executive offices come with toilets, this is a Problem.]

[ninjou]

You could've just said that. I'm surprised you're just walking out.

[There's a trick to the lock. Dazai makes it look like the handle is acting up as he releases it, then pulls the door open.]

The lock slips. I've been stuck in here a few times.

[tenimuho]

No one wants to hear that much about my bodily functions.

[It's polite, or at least Odasaku thinks so.]

I'll be back in a second.

[...he really is just going off to use the toilet. Take a break from your yandere-ing, Dazai.]

[ninjou]

[He chuckles, again forced.]

Don't do that in front of other people, okay? It'll make it look like you're undermining me. I don't think that's a good idea, you know?

[tenimuho]

[Blink, blink.]

Alright.

[If Dazai says so.

Odasaku takes his toilet break, then returns to sit down in the same chair.] Where were we?

[ninjou]

[He means walking out on a conversation without properly explaining. One doesn't just do that, unless one wants to make the superior person in the room feel like a fool.

In Odasaku's absence, Dazai stews on that. Is he being too casual? Not casual enough? Should he relax? He's stuck in his train of thought, leaning on the chair Odasaku occupied, when he enters again.]

You can leave, if you want.

[tenimuho]

I don't want to. I like being around you.

[They don't always get the chance to just spend time together, outside of the bar.]

[ninjou]

[But he left he left he left without being more specific he was just going to walk out and--]

Right! Of course.

[He fiddles with the little game system as it charges.]

[tenimuho]

[maybe acquire some chill]

...I'm sorry, did I upset you?

[ninjou]

[What is... "chill"?]

No, but it's getting kind of late.

[And he has someone to go interrogate.]