Honestly, Scott's about ready to end the feed or give some stupid excuse, but he's suddenly struck by an idea, something that he can actually give Dazai. Not that the asshole should get shit because he whined hard enough, but... he's helped him out. A lot. The teenager hasn't forgotten those times.
Also he sort of... means uh, something to scott. BLARGH.]
Wait another day, alright? I'll have something then.
[A part of him wants to ask, but no. He feels like he'll regret it.
And okay, he actually got this asshole something, just like he said he would. Dazai is definitely expecting it by now. So, why is it so hard to say he got a stupid present for him??]
I got you your dumb gift.
[Why can't text accurately display his sullenness!!]
[True to his word, Scott walks into Dazai's bar about ten minutes after their conversation. It seems that he's holding a folded piece of clothing close to his chest as he looks around for the mafioso, almost looking a little nervous.]
(the coat is not on him today. his bolo tie is a little off, which he fixes as he notices the piece of clothing that the boy is holding against him. scum can sense fear a gazillion miles away, scott, but it's alright. he'll just tap the spot next to him.)
[Scott snaps back, but he grips the article of clothing closer to his chest and tries not to look like a complete loser. Why does he even care if Dazai likes this or not? ...Okay, he knows why, but doesn't mean he has to like admitting it and everything. The thought of just dumping the gift on Dazai's table and bolting from the bar passes through his mind and honestly, it's still tempting even as he nears closer to the mafioso.]
Look.
[He had a whole speech planned out, but none of his words come out, so instead, he shoves the black sweater to Dazai, his head tilted to the side so that he's not looking at him.]
If you don't like it, you can just return it or whatever. I don't care. [He's gotten presents before, for other kids, but this is different somehow.]
(at this point, dazai is more than used to how scott reacts to most things regarding emotions. he's quite different from the other kids - they tend to react inwardly, but to scott, it simply comes out in angst and biteless anger. it's cute. a look dazai doesn't quite see here too often from the others.
his eyes goggled a little at the delivery, but it feels so nice against his skin that he giggles, snuggling against the fabric.)
Oh, it feels really nice! I'm not returning a thing! It's toooo~tally mine! Should I put it on?!
[As he watches Dazai rub his face against the sweater, Scott feels himself relax, although god, does he have to be this embarrassing about it?! The teen wills himself not to flush, mostly from second-hand embarrassment, and looks at Dazai with a slightly more confident look.]
...I mean, obviously. If it doesn't fit, it would suck as a sweater.
(in the past, he'd often not offer these sorts of words to his mentees. it'd bring out softness, he mused as he put the sweater on - a little baggy, and he flaps his arms in giggles because it feels comfortable beyond belief.
as he becomes older, he realizes - softness isn't a weakness, after all.)
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ive saved the world a bunch of times i am VERY functional you have to respect that part!!!!!!
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Functional alcoholic. Better?
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at your age i had probably like 20 girlfriends
pipe down
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[...Oh wait, didn't Dazai mention to him before that his crime is literally 'womanizing??' Assuming that he didn't lie back then......]
Ugh, actually, you suck either way.
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in context i guess thats correct
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....................
Ew.]
You're really the worst.
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I don't want to hear about your sex life.
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where's my treat for being amazing at nullifying abilities so no one dies!!!!!
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Honestly, Scott's about ready to end the feed or give some stupid excuse, but he's suddenly struck by an idea, something that he can actually give Dazai. Not that the asshole should get shit because he whined hard enough, but... he's helped him out. A lot. The teenager hasn't forgotten those times.
Also he sort of... means uh, something to scott. BLARGH.]
Wait another day, alright? I'll have something then.
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[Scott ends the feed.
But the next day, maybe 21 hours later...]
Hey. Are you busy?
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what's the plan?
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And okay, he actually got this asshole something, just like he said he would. Dazai is definitely expecting it by now. So, why is it so hard to say he got a stupid present for him??]
I got you your dumb gift.
[Why can't text accurately display his sullenness!!]
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shall we meet at my bar?
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[True to his word, Scott walks into Dazai's bar about ten minutes after their conversation. It seems that he's holding a folded piece of clothing close to his chest as he looks around for the mafioso, almost looking a little nervous.]
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Hey! You did come!
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[Scott snaps back, but he grips the article of clothing closer to his chest and tries not to look like a complete loser. Why does he even care if Dazai likes this or not? ...Okay, he knows why, but doesn't mean he has to like admitting it and everything. The thought of just dumping the gift on Dazai's table and bolting from the bar passes through his mind and honestly, it's still tempting even as he nears closer to the mafioso.]
Look.
[He had a whole speech planned out, but none of his words come out, so instead, he shoves the black sweater to Dazai, his head tilted to the side so that he's not looking at him.]
If you don't like it, you can just return it or whatever. I don't care. [He's gotten presents before, for other kids, but this is different somehow.]
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his eyes goggled a little at the delivery, but it feels so nice against his skin that he giggles, snuggling against the fabric.)
Oh, it feels really nice! I'm not returning a thing! It's toooo~tally mine! Should I put it on?!
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...I mean, obviously. If it doesn't fit, it would suck as a sweater.
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(in the past, he'd often not offer these sorts of words to his mentees. it'd bring out softness, he mused as he put the sweater on - a little baggy, and he flaps his arms in giggles because it feels comfortable beyond belief.
as he becomes older, he realizes - softness isn't a weakness, after all.)
When do you need me!
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