[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.)
[It was probably as painless as it could've been and Scott slides his sunglasses back on when they finish. Good, they're done and he can leave. He looks at the pieces of the statue and a childish part of him wants to kick it, preferably the head, but he decides on a simple act of rebellion instead.
He jumps off the table and buries his hands in his pockets, trying to act all indifferent. He doesn't succeed, mostly because of how whiny he comes off.]
You don't need me to take these pieces out. That has nothing to do with my powers.
Well, no, it doesn't-- but you have no idea how thin I am, I can't do it on my own, so needing you is a bit subjective. I don't need your eyes, I need your arms!
(half-truth, half-lie. he could definitely find a way to dispose these with brain and zero brawl, but it's the sense of completion.)
[Dazai is a skinny asshole, but Scott has a feeling that if he really tried, he'd be able to remove the remains without his help. Guess the question is if he really wants to stick around and help or continue being upset and sulky-- rebellious.]
[A probably far too reckless thing to say, given how little control he has over his powers. What if his sunglasses break one day and he has to walk around blind? If Jinx hasn't made him a spare by then, he's basically fucked.
Also, it's been really nice having Dazai momentarily stop his optic blasts, so he can see the world as it should be.]
Oh, alright! Then it's off the table. I'll do something else to repay, but don't worry, you won't have 'No Longer Human' again, I'll keep it to myself!
(he's smiling, as if he's taking that as a good thing, a moment of 'good for you', but well. it's just a bit of a fun thought - a boy whose lifeline is an accessory is bound to need it at some point. fun.
he grabs the head with an 'oof', gesturing the other to grab one of the smaller pieces.)
[His neck almost hurts from how swiftly it turns to Dazai, his eyes widening behind his shades.]
No, it's fine, we can keep that...
[He protests, his voice almost sounding desperate before tapering off to something quieter. Has he already screwed up, again? Scott doesn't move from his position just yet, staring at the ground and hoping that it'd just swallow him up now.]
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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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He jumps off the table and buries his hands in his pockets, trying to act all indifferent. He doesn't succeed, mostly because of how whiny he comes off.]
You don't need me to take these pieces out. That has nothing to do with my powers.
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(half-truth, half-lie. he could definitely find a way to dispose these with brain and zero brawl, but it's the sense of completion.)
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What's in it for me?
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[A probably far too reckless thing to say, given how little control he has over his powers. What if his sunglasses break one day and he has to walk around blind? If Jinx hasn't made him a spare by then, he's basically fucked.
Also, it's been really nice having Dazai momentarily stop his optic blasts, so he can see the world as it should be.]
...Fine, I'll help you clear this out.
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(he's smiling, as if he's taking that as a good thing, a moment of 'good for you', but well. it's just a bit of a fun thought - a boy whose lifeline is an accessory is bound to need it at some point. fun.
he grabs the head with an 'oof', gesturing the other to grab one of the smaller pieces.)
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No, it's fine, we can keep that...
[He protests, his voice almost sounding desperate before tapering off to something quieter. Has he already screwed up, again? Scott doesn't move from his position just yet, staring at the ground and hoping that it'd just swallow him up now.]