PC Catchall: Rean

[deadlygoals]

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[reanbeans]

I'll try.

[ Annnnd then his expression turned into something sheepish. Failed step one because of the question. ]

...Something like that. How did you know?

[deadlygoals]

Looks like you failed~ Maybe next time, we should figure a punishment out instead.

[ Offering the bottle back over for him to take a drink though. ]

You were apologizing for him. Pretty sure you gained gray hairs just from tonight.

[ Leaning in close to inspect Rean's hair. ]

Ah! I'm right.

[reanbeans]

...A punishment?

[ He'll take another gulp, and his cheeks were a soft red now. He was a lightweight rip.

Rean tensed at the sudden movement and then at those words, he felt his heart skip a beat. Before he sighed, realizing there was no reason to be worried because he was sure Dazai was joking and lightly pushed at the other's shoulder. ]

Very funny, Dazai.

But yes, it was a little stressful dealing with the results of that display he threw up. He really meant no harm, but I knew he offended some people.

[deadlygoals]

I could draw on your face, you can lose an article of clothing, or maybe even share something embarrassing?

[ He's ticking off each thing with his finger.

His expression doesn't change at Rean's reaction. Is he sure Dazai is merely joking? ]

Face back into position.

[reanbeans]

Maybe drawing on my face would be fine. No permanent marker though, and I'm not wearing it outside of this room.

[ Laying down the ground rules i m m e d i a t e l y in the event Dazai's not joking around here. ]

Oh, right.

[ He'll smile again... ]

[deadlygoals]

Okay, drawing it is~

[ Maybe he has to commit now that Rean went through the trouble of ground rules.

Once Rean's face is back to how it should be, he'll continue the conversation. ]

Is he a student of yours? [ A beat ] What do you even teach, anyways?

[reanbeans]

No, he isn't.

[ Rean didn't even elaborate further here. Maybe he liked Dazai playing a little guessing game from time to time. ]

I teach history, mostly, and how to have my students take on real-life situations independently when needed.

[deadlygoals]

[ Does he really want Dazai to play guessing? He'll curl a hand under his chin for a moment as he thinks about it. ]

He's a benefactor of the school and may have worked along side you on missions.

[ How close is he? ]

I could see history. Do you help out with combat training as well?

[reanbeans]

[ Rean actually didn't mind, so... ]

You're awfully good at figuring this out without knowing much about him.

[ So, close enough. ]

In a way, yes. They already know how to fight, but if there's anything lacking in their form, I wouldn't keep from pointing it out.

There's already an Instructor for that, though.

[deadlygoals]

There's enough on his profile to get a pretty good picture.

[ That and his whole everything from earlier. ]

It's a military academy then?

[ From combat training, war, and mecha skills... it sounds like it's an interesting school at least. Tipping the bottle towards Rean to see if he'll take another drink. ]

[reanbeans]

Haha, I suppose that's true.

[ And then he freaking slipped, so he would've had to take a drink anyway, which he did, gulping it down. That flush was sure more prominent on his cheeks.

But, it felt kind of relaxing, and it'd been awhile since Rean had felt so comfortable. Plus, after what had happened with Hyobu, maybe he needed this. ]

It is. It's a place called Thors' Branch military academy, which is located in Leeves, Heimdallr.

[deadlygoals]

[ Those eyebrows are just going to betray them. He reaches up to put both hands on Rean's cheek. Using his thumbs to push up on those eyebrows if Rean doesn't pull away. What is personal boundaries? We don't even know.

He doesn't take the bottle back, partially to see if Rean keeps holding it, will he take a drink on his own, and partially because he's sure he'll slip again. Dropping his hands away as he leans back. ]

Are the mechas the giant robot kind of mechas?

[ Is this a fundam anime situation? ]

[reanbeans]

[ Normally Rean would actually kind of mind, but he's ... pretty inebriated by now? Also a lightweight, so. Yeah, he didn't even slap those hands as well.

Rean didn't take another sip though since he already had a moment ago, but he's not handing the bottle back just yet. ]

...Yeah, definitely something like that.

[deadlygoals]

[ Wow, so he can do whatever he wants? Curling a hand under his own chin as he thinks about it. ]

Don't tell the Lady that. Bet she would love to get a hold of that tech.

[ They don't need her inventing knock off gundams. ]

What's something you haven't told anyone?

[reanbeans]

[ Try anything funny and he'll reflexively suplex you without even realizing himself what happened, Dazai. ]

My lips are sealed.

[ Rean had no intention of telling her diddly squat, but also. Yeah. ]

...Anyone here, you mean?

[deadlygoals]

[ He probably deserves to be suplexed even without trying anything funny. Giving him a head pat. Good boy. ]

Yeah, we'll go with that. Something you haven't told anyone here.

[reanbeans]

[ And now he's getting a head pat.

Rean will forget the question for a moment, as he seemed to really look at Dazai. Like, actually look at him. The last one who gave him one was... well.

There's a sadness in his eyes, before it faded away. ]

You remind me a little bit of a friend I once knew.

[deadlygoals]

[ Maybe if Rean wasn't buzzed, he would notice there's a pause and a slight shift in expression on Dazai's face. It's a complex expression that's gone immediately. ]

The friend you would do anything to get back?

[reanbeans]

[ Actually...

He'll notice the slight shift, thanks to training because even in his addled mind, his attention to detail was extremely canny. Though, thanks to his current state, he didn't know what to make of it, and it's 50/50 whether he'll remember later. ]

Almost anything.

[ He'll say softly, because boy. He wanted 'that friend' back more than anything, but at the same time, he'd want it under his own conditions. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ Dazai doesn't know how this feeling yet, but... he can guess. And that's the part that is surprising to him. ]

Almost anything. You wouldn't kill for it though.

[ He might be the only person there who wouldn't ]

[reanbeans]

Not for that, no.

[ What would they do to 'that person' if they gave him to Rean? Would he be himself? Would he be safe?

He couldn't trust them enough for that. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ He could have already been there and... not survived. But this is before that bit of information is out. ]

They must be really important to you. I'm a little envious~

[reanbeans]

[ Rean would be considering that information much later with a lot of despair. But that time wasn't now. ]

I don't think there's much to be envious of.

[ He'll smile slightly. ]

After all, we're spending time together right now. So even in a situation like this, I'd think that'd mean something.

[deadlygoals]

I'm envious that you can be honest about it.

[ He'll let him have that much. Rean might not remember this conversation later. ]

You're right though. We are spending this time. Maybe I should make the most of it?

[reanbeans]

There's nothing wrong with being honest about how you feel towards your friends or family, but...I think I can understand.

[ Even when he was like this, Rean couldn't help but think of the other person's side.

Though, at the other's words, Rean's smile became more warm. ]

Yes, you should. Maybe you should also have another sip? Since we're supposed to be sharing, haha.