[Maybe he should've asked how Dazai managed to get the statue inside his room, stuck in his ceiling, but whatever, he's here and knocking on his front door. Scott's not even bothering to hide his moodiness now, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets as he waits for him.]
(it wasn't him, it was gogol in a prank, but how amazingly convenient is that for the current situation? it's fine if scott is mad. at the knock he screams from inside, and when scott manages a peak inside, he'll see the man attempting to pull down a whole ass embedded statue with his twink arms.)
[As Scott steps inside, he pauses slightly just to... sort of take the scene in. Yeah, Dazai really has a statue in the ceiling for who fucking knows reason. He's definitely not impressed and remains sort of stationed at his front door as he finally speaks.]
Let's just get this over with, alright? [So, move, asshole.]
[Is he mad at him? Sort of. Scott's not sure if he's more angry or depressed, and his go to has always been his rising temper, but the mutant isn't entirely lashing out like normal. He looks away, almost like he's considering leaving.]
Just trying to prove another point? Like I can use my powers to help people? Great, thanks.
No, actually, I really do need your help, the clown won't move it, and Chuuya is definitely going to burst my eardrums if he sees it and I really enjoy having hearing.
(it sounds honest, and it's because it is! wrong manipulation idea, Scott, he called you here to check on you.)
[His mouth thins because he still thinks Dazai is full of shit, one way or another. Maybe he'll remember that next time the mafioso tries to get him over to his place.]
Fine, since I'm already here. [Even though he really didn't have to walk far--] Let's just get this over with.
[So grumpy... but Scott walks a little closer to him. His shades have been hiding how exhausted he's been, not that he's really noticed.]
(he is, he's not exactly so. dazai looks at scott for a second, gauging the height, and then his eyes turn to the ceiling. not even half a second passes by before he shrugs.)
Alright, we need to put you at the correct angle. I've ran the math right now, so! Come here.
(he taps the table, so the other can climb onto it while he looks at something else he can step on so they can get the closest to the ceiling. it'll most likely leave a few centimeters of marble, but that's fine.)
I'll move your head on the exact angle, because we need to cut it in a few pieces to make it easier to get it out of here, so, ready?
(and if scott looks up, he'll see footstep marks on the ceiling, stains of food and wine, like someone treats it like the floor.)
[Pulling his hands outside of his pockets, Scott uses them to help maneuver himself on top of the table, standing on it and looking at the statue with that same disgruntled feeling from before, but he also seems to be taking this seriously as well. Even if he's still dealing with various conflicting emotions, he... sort of wants to help Dazai out.
Not that he'll ever admit it out loud, especially right now, but whatever!!
He stares up at the ceiling in the mean time, noticing the markings on there.]
...How are there footsteps on the ceiling? [Also food stains?? At least that can sort of be explained by tossing food or something; it'd be weird to toss shoes in that direction.]
Chuuya. 'Upon the Tainted Sorrow'-- his stupid ability that goes with his stupid face--, he's a gravity manipulator, so he likes to hang out up there sometimes. You've never seen someone just walking up a wall? Or floating? Or the meteor marks around the mountains?
(that... probably doesn't explain anything, but he does touch scott to help him prepare.)
[Chuuya, right, his roommate. So, he can walk on the ceiling and everything. Kind of neat and something Scott might've asked a bit more if he was in a better mood. Unfortunately, he's not.
As Dazai gets in contact with him, Scott's breath hitches and he noticeably hesitates, like he's trying to mentally push through a barrier or tell himself that it's okay, before reaching up to pull his sunglasses off.]
(the math is correct. dazai opens his hand, so the blasts can be released, and touches it almost immediately. the loud thud is his stone head rolling, some pieces broken, but it's good enough. next up should be his torso in three parts, and then to roll this shit down to the nearest trash and pretend this never happened at all.)
There we go! One piece down, three to go. Put the glasses on, if you don't mind! Fufu, I have to move your head again.
[As ordered, he places his shades back on, trusting Dazai enough to get him oriented for the next wave. This is simple enough, mindless enough, and there's little to be angry about right now.
Although, while it's nice helping out, even if it's stupid shit like this, Scott feels like there's more to this dumb visit. It's never just a simple thing, right?]
...What is it that you really want to say to me, Dazai?
I have already said it. Right now, I simply don't want to sleep on the couch. I'm too tall for it. I also don't want to get yelled at, so--
(after all, if scott is observant, there's just one bed in this room.
it's not what he wants to say, it's more like what he wants to see. observing is important, and that's how he knows how to proceed. life is chaotic, and his predictions are often never wrong.)
[A slightly irritated sigh leaves Scott, and although he looks pained and troubled for a moment, like he really doesn't want to bring this up himself, he eventually pushes through.]
You're not going to bring up anything from our last conversation?
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Also Dazai you're ruining is teen angst!! He is supposed to be sitting here and being sad in his room for at least another week or two.]
you're drunk.
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(lie.......)
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and here i thought you'd enjoy looking at your own ass.
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fine, i'll help, then you can stop bothering me.
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Oh, thank God.
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Let's just get this over with, alright? [So, move, asshole.]
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(please, make it before chuuya gets home. they'll both get yelled at due to his surprise...)
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[What's he doing here again.....]
I thought I was just destroying your stupid statue.
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Ah, still mad at me, I presume!
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[Is he mad at him? Sort of. Scott's not sure if he's more angry or depressed, and his go to has always been his rising temper, but the mutant isn't entirely lashing out like normal. He looks away, almost like he's considering leaving.]
Just trying to prove another point? Like I can use my powers to help people? Great, thanks.
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(it sounds honest, and it's because it is! wrong manipulation idea, Scott, he called you here to check on you.)
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Fine, since I'm already here. [Even though he really didn't have to walk far--] Let's just get this over with.
[So grumpy... but Scott walks a little closer to him. His shades have been hiding how exhausted he's been, not that he's really noticed.]
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Alright, we need to put you at the correct angle. I've ran the math right now, so! Come here.
(he taps the table, so the other can climb onto it while he looks at something else he can step on so they can get the closest to the ceiling. it'll most likely leave a few centimeters of marble, but that's fine.)
I'll move your head on the exact angle, because we need to cut it in a few pieces to make it easier to get it out of here, so, ready?
(and if scott looks up, he'll see footstep marks on the ceiling, stains of food and wine, like someone treats it like the floor.)
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Not that he'll ever admit it out loud, especially right now, but whatever!!
He stares up at the ceiling in the mean time, noticing the markings on there.]
...How are there footsteps on the ceiling? [Also food stains?? At least that can sort of be explained by tossing food or something; it'd be weird to toss shoes in that direction.]
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(that... probably doesn't explain anything, but he does touch scott to help him prepare.)
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As Dazai gets in contact with him, Scott's breath hitches and he noticeably hesitates, like he's trying to mentally push through a barrier or tell himself that it's okay, before reaching up to pull his sunglasses off.]
Okay, I'm ready.
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There we go! One piece down, three to go. Put the glasses on, if you don't mind! Fufu, I have to move your head again.
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Although, while it's nice helping out, even if it's stupid shit like this, Scott feels like there's more to this dumb visit. It's never just a simple thing, right?]
...What is it that you really want to say to me, Dazai?
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(after all, if scott is observant, there's just one bed in this room.
it's not what he wants to say, it's more like what he wants to see. observing is important, and that's how he knows how to proceed. life is chaotic, and his predictions are often never wrong.)
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[A slightly irritated sigh leaves Scott, and although he looks pained and troubled for a moment, like he really doesn't want to bring this up himself, he eventually pushes through.]
You're not going to bring up anything from our last conversation?
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