[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?
(seems like the issue at hand can wait. he childishly hops off the table to find one of the many hidden stashes of cigarettes - it's easy to light one up. he's been smoking much more lately, it's probably the stress he won't account for.
with smoke blowing out the window, his shoulders shrug.)
Mmmm, no, it's not in my plans! What for? So you can ignore what I say due to who I used to be, and let out your frustrations on me because you're at a loss yourself? I'm not particularly interested. If your reaction to my experience as a human is to shut me out, then I'll stay there, you're on your own from now on, enjoy! It's a trade situation. You're lending me your eyes, I'll lend you my touch, and that's how it goes!
[...So, that's it, huh? They're just on strictly professional terms or some shit? Scott feels that familiar anger build in his chest, along with a hurt that he doesn't want to acknowledge, even if he's the one that pushed Dazai away in the first place. I-isn't he supposed to be the adult and help him out anyway?? Or guess he's finally tired of his bullshit.
Scott bites his lip, trying really hard not to slump over, or do anything too embarrassing in front of him, like cry again.]
I'm sorry. [He's not sure what he's apologizing for or if he even means it, but Scott doesn't know what else to do while staring up at the stupid statue that's still lodged in the ceiling.] ....Let's just get this done then.
No need to apologize, isn't that what you wanted in the first place? I'm fine with it.
(the bullshit, gaslighting bullshit, but he can tell that it works, because instead of anything else, an apology is what comes out of scott. perfectly planned.)
[Scott doesn't move from the table, just sitting there silently and resisting the urge to just curl up and feel sorry for himself. He's been doing that the past week and no matter how much he wants to go home or for his brother to be here, it won't magically happen.
He's still here and with the only adult that he thought he could rely on, but not anymore for a variety of reasons.]
There are snacks around the apartment, feel free to eat some. It even benefits me, so Chuuya thinks I ate more than I did.
(eating is so much work. so useless, so useless!!! only good for indulging, but most of the time, he can't muster the energy. therefore, chuuya just makes food that are easy to pick and eat, and strategically places them where dazai spends the most time in.
he sucks in the smoke, letting it crawl into his lungs.)
Alternatively, you can have a cigarette. I don't mind if you do.
[Three minutes, he can last that long. Scott swallows past the lump in his throat and continues to sit at the table, almost like he's counting the time down. He's not the best at keeping track, especially since he feels like his anxiety is going to crawl out of his skin, but he eventually stops digging his fingers into his arms when three minutes pass by.]
(for the last drag of his cigarette. it's almost like he timed it perfectly! because he did. once he does, he taps his hands to rid it of any ash or tobacco that clinged, stretching forward.)
That said, aside from apologies, anything else? Would you like to rebuke my decision?
[...Rebuke his decision? Like plead with him to talk to him again or be a supportive figure for him once more? He feels sort of pissed even considering something like that, but it's also drowned out by the fact that he does miss having someone to just go to.
However, Scott doesn't say anything, instead, digging his fingers even harder against his arms.]
(dazai asks what he asks, but it's not the answers he sees. he sees to see the little reactions, after all, and those fingers tell him something that scott will never say himself. yes, it seems like he wishes to.
eventually, dazai knows he'll return. it's planting seeds, what he does. either way, he'll stand up in his usual cheery disposition to return to the table.)
[As Dazai nears him, Scott sucks in a breath and holds it inside, as if that will stop himself from feeling worse. He's not sure if it works or not, but he closes his eyes and takes off his sunglasses, getting himself ready so they can complete this as easily as possible.]
(none of the rest of the process is different - he positions the other's head, holds at his hand, lets go, and grabs it again in perfect mathematics. there will be a little bit of it on the ceiling, chuuya will notice, but dazai'll just say it is-- well, whatever, something to trip him up.)
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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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with smoke blowing out the window, his shoulders shrug.)
Mmmm, no, it's not in my plans! What for? So you can ignore what I say due to who I used to be, and let out your frustrations on me because you're at a loss yourself? I'm not particularly interested. If your reaction to my experience as a human is to shut me out, then I'll stay there, you're on your own from now on, enjoy! It's a trade situation. You're lending me your eyes, I'll lend you my touch, and that's how it goes!
(bullshit.)
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Scott bites his lip, trying really hard not to slump over, or do anything too embarrassing in front of him, like cry again.]
I'm sorry. [He's not sure what he's apologizing for or if he even means it, but Scott doesn't know what else to do while staring up at the stupid statue that's still lodged in the ceiling.] ....Let's just get this done then.
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(the bullshit, gaslighting bullshit, but he can tell that it works, because instead of anything else, an apology is what comes out of scott. perfectly planned.)
I'm smoking, so you can take a break.
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He's still here and with the only adult that he thought he could rely on, but not anymore for a variety of reasons.]
.....Fine, I'm taking a break too.
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(eating is so much work. so useless, so useless!!! only good for indulging, but most of the time, he can't muster the energy. therefore, chuuya just makes food that are easy to pick and eat, and strategically places them where dazai spends the most time in.
he sucks in the smoke, letting it crawl into his lungs.)
Alternatively, you can have a cigarette. I don't mind if you do.
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I'm fine. [He doesn't want to smoke either.] When will you be done with your break?
[Can he leave yet.]
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(because that will be it. it's a bit of a test, to see how scott reacts, honestly. will he say something? to be seen.)
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It's been three minutes.
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(for the last drag of his cigarette. it's almost like he timed it perfectly! because he did. once he does, he taps his hands to rid it of any ash or tobacco that clinged, stretching forward.)
That said, aside from apologies, anything else? Would you like to rebuke my decision?
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However, Scott doesn't say anything, instead, digging his fingers even harder against his arms.]
...Let's just get this done. That's why I'm here.
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eventually, dazai knows he'll return. it's planting seeds, what he does. either way, he'll stand up in his usual cheery disposition to return to the table.)
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Ready.
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... Now to drag these out, and you're free.
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