PC Catchall: Rean

[deadlygoals]

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Week 1: Post Trial (I don't have the right icon so you get gremlin face)

[deadlygoals]

[ There will be a clicking sound coming from Rean's door knob, and a moment later his door swings open. There's Dazai, giving a grin. ]

Oh, you're here?

[ He makes an obviously fake expression of surprise. Putting away the two bobby pins he acquired from the opera house, as he walks in and closes the door behind him. Yeah, he's inviting himself in. ]

Oh my god

[reanbeans]

[ That sure was a Dazai.

Here Rean was, sitting on his bed, allowing himself to sit in a pile of sad and angry emotions until the other did his thing.

He received a look that was a combination of sadness, weariness, and exasperation. ]

...What do you think you're doing, Dazai? I hope you haven't been going around doing this to the others.

[deadlygoals]

[ There's a pause as he sees that sadness there. He knows he saw it in the trial, but it's not an emotion he's acquainted with. And just like that, the hesitation is gone as quickly as it was there. He locks the door again as he gives a wave of his hand. ]

Just keeping my skills sharp. Don't worry, I haven't been doing this to others.

[ Just Ango. ]

Week 2: Thursday Night

[deadlygoals]

[ Rean may hear a distant knocking, sounding like it's coming from directly across from his room.

And then after a moment, there's a knock on his bedroom door. Open up it's a murderer. ]

[reanbeans]

[ That sure was a sound, especially after he had returned back to his room.

Rean headed to his door, footsteps as silent as the wind, and despite the way Rean presented himself...he couldn't help but be cautious. As well as on guard. ]

Who's there?

[ Dazai has encountered one rare distrusting Rean Schwarzer in the wild. Though that could be fixed easily. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ He notices it sounds... pretty quiet in there. He could keep up the charade, but he already went through his pain quota of the week. ]

Room check~

[ He isn't disguising his voice, so Rean should know who he is. ]

Do you have anything illegal in there?

Week 3: Monday (meetings and crab)

[deadlygoals]

[ It's before dinner when Dazai is going to go looking for Rean in one of the kitchens. ]

Guess what I found!

[ He's going to hold up a bucket full of ice and crabs. It looks like there's enough for one dish. ]

Do you know how to cook this?

[reanbeans]

[ Rean's definitely going to be in the opera house kitchen, just to make things easier, so he'll at least find him pretty quickly. ]

Yeah, I do.

[ ...He'll blink and then smile. ]

Did you want me to make a dish with that for you?

[deadlygoals]

[ Good, he doesn't have to kidnap him.

Putting it on the counter as he gives a nod. ]

I do~ I'll leave it up to you on how you want to prepare it.

week 3 post trial

[deadlygoals]

[ Once again, he seeks Rean out. He's going to bring a couple of bottles. One is a honey spiced vodka and the other is just straight up vodka. Just going to know on Rean's door for once because he can't pick a lock like this. ]

Guess who?

[reanbeans]

[ Bless your heart, Dazai.

Rean will come to the door, opening it, and looking extremely tired. ]

Hey, Dazai...

[ He'll try to weakly smile but then step to the side to let him in. ]

I saw you brought some drinks. You were looking to share?

[deadlygoals]

[ Again, he doesn't have any defenses up and he looks pretty tired. There's almost a moment where he thinks about reaching for him, but the bottles in his hand save him. Walking in and placing them on Rean's desk. ]

It seems like a good night to drink.

[ Or bad night. He'll open them both up. ]

This one has honey in it. Thought you might like it better. You wanted to show me something?

week 4: wed (assuming they are still in the restaurant)

[deadlygoals]

[ There's a lot of thoughts swarming in his head after the meeting. They are still missing pieces, which is frustrating. So instead of pondering on it for too long he'll go bother his favorite distraction. ]

Any ideas for dinner later?

[ He'll help pick up if that's what Rean is up to. ]

[reanbeans]

[ There was A Lot to think about, really. ]

I was thinking about some hotpot since it's been awhile...

[ And he's in the mood for something hearty because Rean did a shitton of running around Tuesday and Wednesday. A s h i t t o n. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ Pausing to look him over, checking for any darkness under his eyes and seeing if he looks healthy. ]

Hot pot is good. Want some help making it?

[ He won't curse it. They probably don't have the ingredients he needs to so. ]

You seem pretty busy lately.

Week 4 Post Trial

[deadlygoals]

[ He's heading back towards the clergy house when he spots the flash of someone familiar heading inside of the garden. There's a pause as he ponders, before he decides to follow on after him. Just going to walk up beside him to see if he's checking out anything in particular. ]

Admiring the plants?

[reanbeans]

[ He's looking up at the endless skies above and if the winds tussle his hair a little, it's only just natural in this perpetual night air. ]

Not really. I guess my eyes were on the stars despite being surrounded by so many plants.

Week 5: Wednesday Night

[deadlygoals]

[ It's long after the party before Dazai shows up. He actually knocks on the door, instead of trying to break in. ]

It's me.

[ No silly words or anything. He just sounds tired. Is Rean actually awake still? ]

[reanbeans]

[ Rean's wide awake.

A soft flush was on his cheeks as he answered the door. Yeah, he was a little buzzed but he had sobered up some. ]

...Dazai? Did something happen?

[ He stepped aside to let the other come more into his room. ]

Week 5 Post Trial

[deadlygoals]

[ The bandages across his eyes are wet from the tears, so as soon as they get to privacy he'll pull off the bandages covering his eye and unwrap them from around his head. He also pulls off the one over his cheek. There's a red mark form where the tape was on the skin, but for once his whole head is bandage free.

There isn't anything under the cheek one, unless someone really looked at his face to see the old scar there. There's the knife wound that's now scarring on his cheek from the kid throwing it. The wounds on his head from a shoot out before coming here aren't open wounds any more.

They are both for comfort and for any injuries. Right now however, there's no comfort to be found in any of them. ]

You don't have to stay with me.

[reanbeans]

[ Rean was actually pretty furious at the two doing such a switcheroo like that. How could he not be?

So he followed back the other to the room, quiet. Saying nothing as he was wont to do when he was angry. It was just kind of mounting, but then stopped because Dazai had tears in his eyes. ]

Yes, I do.

[ He sounded upset and like he wasn't in the mood for any arguments, as he began to take off one of his gloves. ]

...Can you look at me?

week 6: tuesday

[deadlygoals]

[ Sometime after dinner, Dazai is going to reappear in some new clothes from the boutique. ]

Ready to keep your eyes on me all night long?

[ There's a note of teasing as he nudges Rean with his hand before leading the way to the arcade. ]

You've been busy running around the last couple of days so it's break time until we go to bed.

[ Rean has been trying to check up on everyone, search for clues, and checking on Dazai. He's more than earned some fun time. ]

[reanbeans]

[ REAN'S...in his usual wear. There's hardly a time when he wasn't. ]

Mm. Maybe when you've matured and you're older.

[ He'll accompany him to the arcade just fine, before looking around. ]

...I don't think I've even ever played in a place like this before. So I'll be relying on you to show me the ropes, alright?

week 6 srsness (thursday)

[deadlygoals]

[ It's Thursday night, which used to mean spending time with Ango, Seteth, and Rean. It used to mean being safe at night, and having a good time with incredibly dumb antics or playing games.

This Thursday in comparison is rather somber. There was no need for a party without death looming, and Ango was dead. Rean was still a source of warmth in his light, but tonight he keenly felt the difference with Ango being gone.

It's clear that Dazai isn't feeling like faking a good mood or making meaningless chatter to keep the other from picking up on what he's actually feeling. He doesn't open his mouth to share until they are ready to settle in for bed. Dazai will head to his closet, which is thankfully missing a certain object, and pull out a notebook. It's a couple years old, but it looks well taken care of. ]

Did you ever hear about how Ango and I met?

[reanbeans]

[ Rean could tell the other wasn't in the mood to fake it, judging by the demeanor the other one has shown throughout the evening as they headed to bed.

Rean had already taken off his jacket and his boots, sitting on the bed. ]

...No, I didn't. Can you tell me?