[ooc; taken from ch. 19, please also read the content warning post in his journal. also SPOILERS FOR THE ANIME.]
A2 [Funny thing about this is that even if he cares Dazai is making a grand show of not caring. He looks relaxed as can be as things unfold around him, his protégé--okay, his responsibility, let's not go too too far--is sitting right there, legs stripes and teeth bared, ready to fight. He's spilled some secrets (how clever!) to this kid, so he's just waiting... watching...
He doesn't expect what happens next, a replay of the annoying sort, the kid impaled by something dark and equally toothy, but filled with (annoyingly) oppressive malice.
Unlike some, Osamu Dazai is buying into this being a dream. Not a nightmare, no, but a very strange remembrance of an occurrence, the opposite of a coincidence. It's proof that he's not in Kansas anymore, so to speak, but not proof that he isn't in someone else's clutches.]
Whoever's responsible, you can stop the game now! I'm totally convinced.
B1
[A bargain. It's not a compromise, but an inescapable situation. What's troublesome is that it's taking him away from the important task of not letting people die on his watch, but they're capable enough, and if this is some little joke or he's stuck with an Ability he's not seen before--likely, always--he's going to have a tiny bit of hell to pay when he gets back. Nothing he can't handle, but that group he works with, they're a bunch of scamps, to be sure.
He looks gently dubious, but calmer than anyone you've ever seen, with this oddly placid smile...]
I don't see what's in it for me, but if I don't have a choice, and I can't really fight you... [He puts his hands up, as though a criminal caught.] ...I think we're down to rock, paper, scissors, aren't we?
Osamu Dazai | Bungou Stray Dogs
A2
[Funny thing about this is that even if he cares Dazai is making a grand show of not caring. He looks relaxed as can be as things unfold around him, his protégé--okay, his responsibility, let's not go too too far--is sitting right there, legs stripes and teeth bared, ready to fight. He's spilled some secrets (how clever!) to this kid, so he's just waiting... watching...
He doesn't expect what happens next, a replay of the annoying sort, the kid impaled by something dark and equally toothy, but filled with (annoyingly) oppressive malice.
Unlike some, Osamu Dazai is buying into this being a dream. Not a nightmare, no, but a very strange remembrance of an occurrence, the opposite of a coincidence. It's proof that he's not in Kansas anymore, so to speak, but not proof that he isn't in someone else's clutches.]
Whoever's responsible, you can stop the game now! I'm totally convinced.
B1
[A bargain. It's not a compromise, but an inescapable situation. What's troublesome is that it's taking him away from the important task of not letting people die on his watch, but they're capable enough, and if this is some little joke or he's stuck with an Ability he's not seen before--likely, always--he's going to have a tiny bit of hell to pay when he gets back. Nothing he can't handle, but that group he works with, they're a bunch of scamps, to be sure.
He looks gently dubious, but calmer than anyone you've ever seen, with this oddly placid smile...]
I don't see what's in it for me, but if I don't have a choice, and I can't really fight you... [He puts his hands up, as though a criminal caught.] ...I think we're down to rock, paper, scissors, aren't we?