#killmoral

SEND ME “👂” IF YOU HEAR MY CHARACTER’S VOICE IN MY WRITING! || ACCEPTING

late bday asks cause im a snail

he smiles when he’s kissed, a hand reaching up to cup ango’s cheek. 

❛ you know my tastes perfectly. thank you for this. you didn’t have to get me anything. ❜

i love this movie tbh

affections starter. ACCEPTING.

       to those who know him, it would be more bizarre for dazai to walk into LUPIN looking uninjured than injured. aside from the characteristic bandages he wears like a second skin, there’s often the finishing touch of a band-aid or a scrape from whatever ACCIDENT he managed to get himself into that day. but this evening he’s especially mummified… even by his own standards. his hair is completely pushed back from his face by a bandage that orbits his skull several times. there’s A WORTHY WOUND beneath it; shown off by the eggplant purple bruise spreading from his brow bone. he should be resting— not here, surrounded by alcohol and determined to drink away his concussion. but, in the port mafia, rumours can be blown out of proportion fast. he wanted to at least show ango and odasaku that he’s still breathing. that, and maybe he’s fishing for a bit of SYMPATHY.

       which seems to have worked well. 

        dazai is smiling when ango scoots closer; presumably to inspect the damage. only when the man softly kisses the bandage on his forehead, does his mouth form a small ❛ o ❜ of surprise. but the smile's back in seconds; a thousand watts BRIGHTER than before with the added glow of his cheeks. 

affection starters || no longer accepting

❛ really ? ❜ ango’s hands on his face is already making him feel shy and embarrassed, but the compliment only serves to make his face more red. 

but it’s the kind of gentle touch he’s not used to, so he allows it, even enjoys it a little bit. 

the softest ask meme.ACCEPTING.

        it was a good night; if not THE BEST, and dazai’s starting to think there might be some merit to alcohol poisoning as a method of suicide because, despite having had enough liquor to kill someone his size, he feels FANTASTIC. so much so that, if he weren’t too drunk to stand, he might’ve even done a jig in celebration. maybe he shouldn’t have had so much, given that he has work in the morning… but it’s his BIRTHDAY. or was, because the party came to a close at three in the morning when he passed out on the bar. it must’ve been a spectacle; a giddy port mafia executive being piggybacked all the way to whichever hotel ango happened to be staying at this week. 

        dazai lets out a SQUEAL of merriment as he’s lowered onto the couch; clumsily applauding for a moment before fixing glassy eyes on his friend. 

        ❛   ’m not sleepy.   ❜   and he blows a raspberry for effect.

        dazai is no stranger to MISSING WORK. sometimes he’ll be hungover. sometimes inspiration for a poetic suicide will strike. sometimes he just doesn’t want to go... but today, the anniversary of ODASAKU’S DEATH, is the only time he’ll ever take a rostered day off. the elderly florist’s eyes are always so apologetic when she hands over his usual bouquet. he hasn’t spoken of what it’s for but if her mother tongue is that of flowers, the white lilies must translate to something worthy of her CONDOLENCES. 

        the walk to the headstone by the sea is a familiar one, but there is something unusual about the view that waits for him. below oda’s grave is ANOTHER BOUQUET. crouching down to examine it, dazai observes that the flowers are fresh; albeit a bit dishevelled... as if they'd been dropped in a hurry. his lips twist into a wry smile.          ❛    for a mole, you ought to be better at covering your tracks. it might get you KILLED.   ❜

hurt starters || accepting

he’s not entirely sure he can trust ango completely; the man had seemed to play so many sides, but he’s not exactly in a position to be suspicious. he’s pretty wounded, hardly able to stay on his feet, so he can’t exactly refuse the help he’s being given. he tries to stay upright, but just ends up sinking down against the wall, letting out a frustrated grunt. this was a really bad time to get hurt. he should have been more cautious. but he has no choice but to rest here and trust that he really is okay, for the time being.