(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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(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.]