Dazai Osamu (
thesettingsun) wrote in
crowspace2017-12-14 03:26 pm
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Continuation for
bandagedheart.
[Very few people get this dressed up for a bar crawl. It looks like it'd be hell to wash, and the only reason you'd wear it out to the bar is an obsession with fashion.
So that's one clue about who this patron sitting at a table is, since he forgot to tell other-Dazai how to identify himself. As for him, when he sees Dazai come in with bandages visible on his arms, he makes an (incorrect) assumption that this is the injury that caused that text and thus this is Dazai.
Well, he's half right, at least.]
Dazai!
So that's one clue about who this patron sitting at a table is, since he forgot to tell other-Dazai how to identify himself. As for him, when he sees Dazai come in with bandages visible on his arms, he makes an (incorrect) assumption that this is the injury that caused that text and thus this is Dazai.
Well, he's half right, at least.]
Dazai!

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[But when has Dazai ever played by the rules?]
Do you have someone special?
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[He'll never forget his first wife, but... He's not going to see her again, and he's accepted that.]
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[Not that he’s ever been in a serious relationship in his life.
Best not try too hard yet, though.]
Do you have a drink of choice?
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[No ulterior motives here.]
Just don’t tell your Dazai!
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[So he'll order himself another round, and finish off his first glass]
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[Meanwhile Dazai is keeping his own alcohol consumption to a minimum for reasons.]
Tell me about your works, Oda-kun. What kind of things do you write about?
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Ya never heard of the decadent school either, huh? Me 'n Dazai 'n Ango, we wrote stuff that pissed off the establishment.
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[He misses those days dearly...]
The Ango I know is all about business and order. He’d faint at the very idea of rebelling!
[Exceot that he’s like a triple agent, but shh.]
And the Oda I knew...would’ve told us both how terrible of an idea breaking the rules was while secretly doing it himself...
[He looks a bit sad now, but the smile remains as he takes another drink.]
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[He's placing his bets on author-Ango driving business-Ango to crack first.]
Yer Oda sounds more fun.
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We might have a massacre on our hands, then.
[All the mirth immediately leaves him when other-Oda mentions his Oda, however, and Dazai purposely hides his expression behind his glass.]
He was.
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Wanna talk about anythin' else?
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How about we get nice and wasted and see where the night takes us?
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[And so he keeps drinking. And keeps drinking... Nobody's got tolerance like a decadent author.
Even he'll get drunk eventually, however.]
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Oh my! Should I cut you off?
[Dazai grins and takes another sip of his sake.]
I can take you home, if you’d like.
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[As if Shuji ever stopped worrying about Odasaku.]
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[Dazai flashes Oda his biggest, most dashing smile before ushering him out to his personal car and driving him back to his apartment.
He said home, not the library. He can’t risk Shuji finding out about this.
When they pull up and get out of the car Dazai makes sure to keep Oda steady all the way up to his suite.]
Please make yourself at home! I’ll take you back to the library in the morning...
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When he sees the inside of Dazai's apartment, he whistles.]
You rich or somethin'?
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[Not in the slightest, but he doesn’t want to get into exactly how he came by his fortune.]
Can I get you some tea? Coffee? Water?
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[Oda flops down on Dazai's couch, leaning back against one of the cushions..]
This's soft... Heaps better than anythin' we got at the library.
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[Dazai looks on with amusement as Oda makes himself comfortable, and he flops down right next to him with a contented sigh.]
You know, you look rather fetching like this~
[Dazai takes the liberty of brushing a stray strand of hair out of Oda’s face with a warm smile.]
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[ As for Dazai... Oda gives him a once-over. ]
Yer not bad yerself.
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[Dazai has been a proper gentleman all night, but now that he’s got such a lovely specimen here, alone, in his apartment...]
I could show you a nice time, you know...
[He turns Oda’s head until they’re face to face before leaning in to press their lips together.]
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Satisfied with that logic, Oda returns the kiss, resting one hand on Dazai's cheek and the other on his shoulder. He's a little drunk, after all, and a deep kiss could make a fellow dizzy if he doesn't have something to steady himself.]
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Eventually he pulls back and gives Oda a sly grin before kissing and nipping at his neck.]
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