Feb 6, 2019
@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?”
