[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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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.]