call me out v. 15.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

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Osamu Dazai

[chichichi]

You know who I'm here for. The question is what, when, where, how.

please don't mind the expired icons

[thesettingsun]

Hellooooo, I'm home?

[Never mind that it's been months since he's been here. Being returned to his own world for a while wasn't something Dazai could control, and... he can't say he was happy about it, really. Not as happy as he was in Nippon.

Do Setsura, Akutagawa, Chuuya, and Higuchi even still live here? It's not dusty, but he doesn't immediately see anyone after opening the door.]

[chichichi]

[ The only warning he gets is -- well, he doesn't get much warning, really, beyond the intentionally audible sound of Setsura's supernaturally quick footsteps. Her door doesn't manage to close before her feet leave the ground and there's a blur leaping at Dazai with arms outstretched.

There are no words. She can't quite find them just yet. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Down they go. Dazai doesn't even try to resist being knocked to the floor, only hugging Setsura back tightly.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go...

[chichichi]

[ Her grip is too tight. She's a small thing, but she's strong, strong enough to crush bone and break steel with her bare hands. She's always careful. She has to be, but her grip on him is almost desperately clinging as though she's afraid he'll disappear again. ]

Dazai, I... I'm not dreaming again, am I?

[thesettingsun]

You're not, I promise you're not.

[He strokes her hair gently, a contrast to her iron grip on him.]

[chichichi]

[ She doesn't let go. She won't, not yet. ]

You were gone for so long.

[ She missed him so much. ]

curses my expired icons

[thesettingsun]

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I wanted to stay here with you.

[And everyone else in Mafia House, of course, but that doesn't make her any less important.]

[chichichi]

Do you mean that?

[thesettingsun]

Of course! I'm happy here.

[Dazai has spent so little of his life being happy that he can't afford to throw away the places that bring him warmth and contentment.]

[chichichi]

[ She gives him another squeeze. It's no less tight and clinging, but warmer; and yet, she still doesn't let him go. She can't quite find her words... and then, she does. ]

Well [ well because she isn't entirely certain where she's going with this ], you have a lot of lost time to make up for.

[thesettingsun]

I'll do anything you want - I mean, I would have anyway, but...

[chichichi]

I want to go on a date.

[thesettingsun]

Okay.

[Didn't even think about it.]

[chichichi]

Wh --

[ Please hold. Setsura.exe is rebooting. ]

Really?

[ ... just like that? ]

[thesettingsun]

Why wouldn't I? I like you.

[Was that not obvious???]

[chichichi]

[ Setsura.exe is re-rebooting. ]

You do? I mean, I knew you liked me as a friend, but...

[thesettingsun]

I don't usually let my friends collar me.

[chichichi]

Well, good.

[ It sounds awkward. She knows it sounds awkward and internally, she's cursing. This is absolutely not how she imagined she'd be doing this, "this" being... well... ]

Because I'd have something to say about that.

[ For a very good reason that should be easy to spit out. She'd decided a long time ago she'd tell him, ask him if he came back and here she is... doing that. Sort of. While inventing and showcasing a new shade of red on her face as though she's some school girl or something.

Pull it together, Setsura. ]

Because I really like you.

[thesettingsun]

[Sparkle!!]

So let's go on a date! We can go anywhere you want, it'll be my treat ♥

[chichichi]

I... don't know where to go, actually. Every time someone tried to set me up with anyone it'd be at the Hidden Moon or some little cafe nearby.

[thesettingsun]

Did you enjoy it?

[...he kind of doesn't know how he'd feel if she did enjoy going out with those other people.]

[chichichi]

I was bored out of my skull.

[ The words are out of her mouth with a sigh and without a sliver of hesitation. Why did she even bring that up? It isn't like she hasn't given other people ideas for dates before.

This shouldn't be difficult. ]

[thesettingsun]

Okay, so let's not do that.

[Little bit relieved.]

Maybe we could see a play?

[chichichi]

I think... I'd like that. I've heard the plays have only been getting more colorful given the state of things.

[ Refugees arriving, getting involved in entertainment, telling stories of their worlds... ]