Date: 2020-01-16 04:46 am (UTC)
notbymyside: (07)
From: [personal profile] notbymyside
It's better if you don't know the truth, Dazai-kun. And I'm not just saying that because I'm affected by it.

[Okay, it's only PART of the reason. But it's not the only one.]

Date: 2020-01-16 05:02 am (UTC)
notbymyside: (24)
From: [personal profile] notbymyside
I'll take care of that if it becomes a reality here.

[Are Dazai's wounds cleaned up and ready to be bandaged? Good. Because Ango is going to quietly set down the bandages, scoop up his own things, and move to leave the bathroom.]

Date: 2020-01-16 05:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notbymyside
[For once, Dazai actually manages to grab onto someone before it's too late. And lucky for him, it's the one person who's devoted enough to him to not yank his arm away.

That doesn't make him any more willing to actually look at Dazai, though. And he's not going to give an answer either.
]

I'm not going to tell you. You'll find out when you live it for yourself.

Date: 2020-01-16 05:22 am (UTC)
notbymyside: (15)
From: [personal profile] notbymyside
When you live it for yourself.

[His words are pretty firm there. He intends on making sure Dazai survives this.]

...but we are on bad terms in the future, yes. If you wish to stop talking with me here, I will understand.

Date: 2020-01-17 12:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notbymyside
...I understand. That, at least, I can give you.

[It's what he has lived for these last four years: whatever Dazai needs, Ango helps him with.]

Date: 2020-01-17 02:16 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notbymyside
Alright. I will be nearby.

[He's just going to change his clothes and wash his arms and face in the sink, though. No shower for him right now.

And he doesn't go looking for scars either.
]
Edited Date: 2020-01-17 02:17 am (UTC)

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deadlygoals: Len aka <user name="tsundereban" site="plurk.com"> (Default)
deadlygoals

Man fears death and yet,

at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by men in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one's life that none may reverse. That is what I desire.