[ the thing is... as far as Dazai is concerned, this is all pretty weird. For a lot of reasons. A lot of reasons that he is categorizing in his head as he goes along, looking like none of it is bothering him despite the fact that it's all clearly weird, and the fact that he is, in fact, deeply bothered.
Largely because Dazai -- dressed so nicely and neatly in a normal button down shirt and slacks, not a single bandage to be seen on the smooth, unmarked skin of his arms and neck -- has no idea what the fuck is going on.
So he studies the map in his hands, curiously. ]
Liquor store, liquor store... Aha! [ There it is! He taps the spot on the map, and then starts tracking that spot as he moves his finger to trace how to get there from the visitors center. ]
ghost on the shore cw: suicidal ideation
[ The thing is, the second Dazai sees the figure in the distance, he knows it's bullshit. Someone dead can't be alive again, except --
well, he doesn't really have anything he can say to prove that, here, so maybe he's wrong. He'd like to be wrong. He follows the figure in the distance, all the way to edge of one of the lower bridges in the city.
It's then that Dazai reels back from the edge, looking politely puzzled. ]
Was this all you were after? I wouldn't say I needed the encouragement...
[ He's addressing nothing but the empty evening air-- and after saying this, he, alarmingly, shoves his hands into his pockets and calmly walks the final step off the edge of the bridge, plummeting into the water. ]
toil and trouble
[ Dazai seems deeply bemused by all of this, but particularly bth the fact that this strange woman stores books inside trees. It seems rather poor, as far as humidity-controlled spaces go, but who is he to critique? It's not like Dazai takes care of his books!
But he pairs up, stepping over to his partner with a smile. ]
Let's see if this works! [ He would be impressed if he could do the slightest bit of magic, what with his ability... but this whole place is weird enough. Who knows? ]
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osamu dazai | bungou stray dogs
[ the thing is... as far as Dazai is concerned, this is all pretty weird. For a lot of reasons. A lot of reasons that he is categorizing in his head as he goes along, looking like none of it is bothering him despite the fact that it's all clearly weird, and the fact that he is, in fact, deeply bothered.
Largely because Dazai -- dressed so nicely and neatly in a normal button down shirt and slacks, not a single bandage to be seen on the smooth, unmarked skin of his arms and neck -- has no idea what the fuck is going on.
So he studies the map in his hands, curiously. ]
Liquor store, liquor store... Aha! [ There it is! He taps the spot on the map, and then starts tracking that spot as he moves his finger to trace how to get there from the visitors center. ]
ghost on the shore
cw: suicidal ideation
[ The thing is, the second Dazai sees the figure in the distance, he knows it's bullshit. Someone dead can't be alive again, except --
well, he doesn't really have anything he can say to prove that, here, so maybe he's wrong. He'd like to be wrong. He follows the figure in the distance, all the way to edge of one of the lower bridges in the city.
It's then that Dazai reels back from the edge, looking politely puzzled. ]
Was this all you were after? I wouldn't say I needed the encouragement...
[ He's addressing nothing but the empty evening air-- and after saying this, he, alarmingly, shoves his hands into his pockets and calmly walks the final step off the edge of the bridge, plummeting into the water. ]
toil and trouble
[ Dazai seems deeply bemused by all of this, but particularly bth the fact that this strange woman stores books inside trees. It seems rather poor, as far as humidity-controlled spaces go, but who is he to critique? It's not like Dazai takes care of his books!
But he pairs up, stepping over to his partner with a smile. ]
Let's see if this works! [ He would be impressed if he could do the slightest bit of magic, what with his ability... but this whole place is weird enough. Who knows? ]
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