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AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE kind of an airhead, but good-natured and charming could you stop smoking for one second though	DAZAI OSAMU should a narcissist really be that quick to want to die please leave Akutagawa alone	HAGIWARA SAKUTAROU there are important things besides poetry and being moody such as combing your hair
NAKAHARA CHUUYA picks drunken fights with everyone loses drunken fights with everyone	IZUMI KYOUKA you don't have to disinfect everything don't spray kouyou-sensei with windex either	NATSUME SOUSEKI a gentleman with a gentlemanly mustache having a sweet tooth is also very gentlemanly
MIYAZAWA KENJI a cute and sincere child maybe don't ask to see his picture books	TANIZAKI JUNICHIROU masochist with a foot fetish does being a great author really make up for that	NAGAI KAFUU a romantic traveler who still keeps a diary how much can you write about prostitutes
SHIMAZAKI TOUSON studying and writing about everything is great and all but no one is going to let the niece thing go	TAYAMA KATAI if you hit on less girls people would like you more also if you were less of a hipster	SHIGA NAOYA manly in that he will stick by people close to him an insensitive dickbag to everyone else
MORI OUGAI doctor doctor, give me the news what is someone actually responsible doing here	KITAHARA HAKUSHUU #aesthetic would be in the student council in a high school AU	MUROO SAISEI self-proclaimed wild child how many people sensitive about their height do we need
MUSHANOKOUJI SANEATSU sheltered noble chase your dreams! maybe learn to ride a bike!	OZAKI KOUYOU mama bear to his disciples the absolute pickiest eater	EDOGAWA RANPO hates the mainstream an eccentric entertainer, don't let him talk to you about eroguro
SATOU HARUO a rare practical person in a constant state of 'Dazai, why'	KOBAYASHI TAKIJI tortured to death for communism please hug him	YOKOMITSU RIICHI the most serious one "the thing I hate the most is literature"
ODA SAKUNOSUKE really, really Osakan cheerful and direct and pushes himself too hard	HORI TATSUO a sweet and attentive person canonly called "idol-esque", why wouldn't you tag him	NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI both split personalities are cute outside: shrinking violet, inside: FIGHT ME
MASAOKA SHIKI carefree, cheerful, and BASEBALL never going to get enough players for a game with these nerds	WAKAYAMA BOKUSUI drinks more sake than anyone else way easier to get along with than Chuuya	TAKAMURA KOUTAROU a gentle-natured artist is poetry/painting/wood carving a hat trick
ISHIKAWA TAKUBOKU owes everyone money survives by being charming and knowing where to hide	KUNIKIDA DOPPO mood swings all over the place straightforward and good at compliments	KOUDA ROHAN a hard worker, especially in housework would hate Tumblr's edgy headcanons
YOSHIKAWA EIJI probably has a gym membership probably can quote 50 different generals	NAKANO SHIGEHARU seems calm, filled with angst and passive-aggression	KIKUCHI KAN everyone's big brother exactly how much money have you given out, sir
MIYOSHI TATSUJI immature and rebellious a pure, if opinionated, boy	NIIMI NANKICHI pranked you while you were reading this you'll forgive him because he's so cute	TOKUDA SHUUSEI sour and pessimistic but still a hard, reliable worker
SAKAGUCHI ANGO the grand delinquent can you just clean your room instead of covering it with pesticide

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[goatsongs]

[Chuuya wipes his mouth clean of sake before answering.]

I was a poet before I was a drunkard, the two don't have anything to do with each other.

[He won't deny that he has a big head, but he also thinks he definitely deserves to.]

Should I thank you or kick you?

[dispirits]

[ he's absolutely jealous of the purity and simple style of his words. its a whole other level, writing poetry like this. ]

You've fallen, then; but your writing merely stays among the heavens. How annoying.

[ give him that bottle, grabby grabby. hans takes a swig before handing it back, eyes never leaving chuuya's book as he does. it's a wonder he doesn't spill any on himself. ]

Hah. You'd be the one suffering, kicking a body that looked like this. It would be better to destroy our insides instead.

[goatsongs]

I'll drink to that!

[But what won't he drink to, really. Chuuya takes another gulp.]

You're one to talk about heavenly writing. If there's somebody who people think of first when they think of fairy tales, it's you.

[...or possibly the Brothers Grimm, but they were rewriting existing stories.]

[dispirits]

[ been there, done that - but his fame had come from his own stories, in the end. chuuya's praise makes him fall quiet for a moment, a haughty pout on his face, followed with modestly flushed cheeks... he lets out a cough. ]

Ahh. You're not drunk enough if you're spouting such nonsense. But it's true that those stories are the ones people remember the most. This childish body is proof of that.

[ he'll idly stroke the pages of another one of chuuya's poems, sniffling and wrinkling his nose like he's trying to keep his emotions in check. ]

This one here. About love. It pisses me off. Saying everything in so little words. It isn't something I could do. What a pain. An honest pain. Pass me that sake again. I need to catch up.

[goatsongs]

[He'd just toss the bottle at Hans, but he's holding a precious book of poetry, so instead Chuuya passes it like a civilized person.]

I'm no good at prose and plot, so it's fine. [An honest admittance.] Sensation, lyricism, I've got that down, but if you asked me to string together a whole novel...

[dispirits]

I suppose that's where our talents differ. Even so, seeing works like this makes me feel pathetic by comparison.

[ it's self-loathing time. hans sets the book aside like its a piece of fine china, before slouching and taking a swig of the sake. ]

You're good. Too good. I wont say it again to be sure, so file that away in your memories now while you can.

[goatsongs]

Of course I'm good, but I'm not in the business of praising people when they haven't earned it.

[So Hans can stop insulting himself any day now, it's fine.]

[dispirits]

Is that directed at me? There's no need to coddle me. Despite this body, I'm not a child.

[ more sake. he's starting to feel the buzz now. he'll pass the bottle back. ]

Love... love poems... I've written them before. Ahh, now I'm caught in thoughts of the past. What a pain.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya takes another large gulp of sake, then holds the bottle back out to Hans.]

The only cure for thinking about the past I've ever found is getting too wasted to think about anything.