『 DAZAI-SAN ;
@pseudocidal cont.
Likenesses were hated, or at least a glaring inconvenience. It was like looking in some twisted mirror. A real one was bad enough for him, but this one? It was as if his own hollow image had been even more drained of anything that resembled life. Maybe it was that and not merely the ability himself that caused the detective so much irritation.
“That’s convenient.” It usually wasn’t until after opening and further running his mouth that Dazai would, if ever, realize he was probably being far too harsh than the thing deserved. So instead he just groans. “Let me guess, you need a hand getting home now?”
convenient? perhaps for himself Dazai can be easy to read sometimes, even for someone like his own ability ; naiveté may be his middle name in certain – most – instances, yet the present finds Yozo in a rare moment of keen ( he thinks ) awareness. it doesn’t take a man more intelligent than him to point out the fact his… human ( ! ) companion asked out of whatever sense of obligation he could muster, rather than genuine worry for what may happen if rain caught them without at least a thunder, a flash of lightning somewhere in the distance.
❝ thank you. ❞ without any previous hint to a positive answer or otherwise, it is safe to assume getting lost in his own city is a matter he can’t help. thus, the offer is taken with a vigorous nod of the head, rushed steps to narrow the gap between them, and an unusual indication of relief on usually blank features. ❝ are you going anywhere after? ❞
