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shikkakusha:

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Dazai hums, placing a cup of coffee on the table before walking right over and sitting opposite of the other man– he smiles, wide and almost inviting. It absolutely isn’t hard to make friends with others, and it absolutely isn’t hard to at least try and get to know the man he will be… spending a lot of time with. So, this is that effort. 

          “ Lavi-chan, Lavi-chan~ I am here with an idea. “ 

His smile is still wide and brimming, and he leans back in the seat he had taken. 

          “ We should play a game. “

Long fingers stay wrapped around his own cup - one he’d gotten at the cafe a little ways away before coming hom-- or, well. Whatever you would call this place. Lavi wouldn’t go as far to call this apartment his home. Sure, he lives here, but that hardly makes it a home.

His nose wrinkles briefly before it smooths out, and the expression itself looks like he was about to sneeze before it vanishes - and he takes a sip of his drink. More sugar and sweetness than it is caffeine or anything else, the redhead swallows it down and leans back in his chair, head tilting off to the side at the words.

“A game,” the bookman repeats, sounding just a little bit intrigued, “what kind of game?”

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first meeting starter: 69

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first meeting starters

1: "I think I may have seen you before..."

2: "Hey! Watch it!"

3: "Oh my god are you okay?"

4: "Have we met...?"

5: "Were you at that one party?"

6: "Remember me?"

7: "I know you don't know me but I love your shirt."

8: "Quick, pretend to look like you're talking to me."

9: "Hey, is that your dog?"

10: "Service takes forever here."

11: "Don't mean to sound cliche, but do you come here often?"

12: "I wouldn't sit there if I were you."

13: "This is gonna be a long plane ride."

14: "Can you turn that music down?"

15: "People are trying to sleep!"

16: "I'm your new neighbour."

17: "Is that who I think it is?"

18: "Be quiet!"

19: "Is that your son/daughter?"

20: "I've read about you."

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shikkakusha:

He takes a moment to clap his hands together, smile only widening into something brighter. If it is a fake smile, it isn’t obvious– Dazai is a curious man after all, and the less one speaks the more there tends to be to say.

         “ Ah! Lavi-chan it is, then. “

He turns back to looking in the rooms, noting the small, yet furnished area, humming as he glances at each nook and cranny; it’s a byproduct of days gone by, being cautious of one’s surroundings so intently. It’s masked as curiosity.

At Lavi’s next statement, he stops in his tracts for a moment, looking at the other, before he laughs lightly.

         “ I might end up on the floor! You’re right, that may hurt a bit—                                 ah, nonetheless, I was only kidding. The bed is all yours,                                 Lavi-chan. I don’t sleep much either way! Even if I did– “

His words barely match his smile– chipper, but concerning.

         “ –Chair, couch, floor, roof, middle of the street– I am an adaptable                                  man. Take whatever you wish and I’ll make due. “

Lavi takes note of the honorific and it makes his eyebrows raise; informal, and even a little bold. But it doesn’t bother him, not really, considering he’s been called much worse before. It’s not so bad. And the redhead considers, briefly, before humming under his breath and flipping the page in the book he’s reading. His eye stays focused downwards, scanning the words on the page - he lets his brain take over from there, storing the information away so he can actually process it later.

It’s a little harder to focus, now, understandably.

And of course that’s a little concerning, but Lavi doesn’t say a word on it. He doesn’t glance up either, at first. He flips the page again, and again, and again - before he closes the book, sets it aside, and stretches his arms out above his head with a groan. His legs stretch out, too, before he crosses them comfortably.

“Middle of the street doesn’t seem real intelligent, 'n ya look smarter than that,” the bookman responds, finally, chin propping on the palm of his hand as he looks up; to get a good, actual look at Dazai’s face.

Easier to commit it to memory if he actually looks at him, “The couch probably folds out into a bed anyway, yeah?” It sounds offhanded, casual, “Ya gotta sleep sometime.”

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there goes his roommate. 

time for some actual sleep.

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shikkakusha:

TO: lavi-chan! FROM: the amazing dazai osamu

[ txt ] being thrown! [ txt ] not as much the window part.  [ txt ] it is rather cold outside, after all. 

TO: osamu. FROM: lavi.

[ txt ]  [ txt ] [ txt ] what?

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shikkakusha:

TO: lavi-chan! FROM: the amazing dazai osamu

[ txt ] .  [ txt ] .                                               Understandable!

TO: osamu. FROM: lavi.

[ txt ] i have no idea what to pull from these messages. [ txt ] why are you enthusiastic and into? bein’ thrown? out a window? [ txt ] is that what this is?

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shikkakusha:

TO: lavi-chan! FROM: the amazing dazai osamu

[ txt ] it is a single story. i can survive. [ txt ] i will come back and i WILL be louder. stronger. [ txt ] the people need to hear the truth, lavi-chan.

TO: osamu. FROM: lavi.

[ txt ] i said that you’d go out the window. [ txt ] but i didn’t say how far you’d go.

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TO: osamu. FROM: lavi.

[ txt ] if you do not stop. [ txt ] i am goin’ to come out there. [ txt ] and you are GOING out the window.

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shikkakusha:

Dazai notices the books, first of all. He scans the  names of each and every one with a single glance, humming as he walks into the room, throwing the door closed behind himself. His smile only widens at the edges, a bit crooked and eyes glinting. 

          “ Yes, roommate! It is a pleasure to meet you, nonetheless.                                   My name is Dazai Osamu. “ 

The smile doesn’t falter a second and Dazai is smart– he knows what this man means. He completely knows what he means. The sensible part of himself tells Dazai that he should at least try to make some kind of calm and meaningful relationship with this– admittedly very  handsome– man that he’s been roomed with. 

He promptly ignores that part. 

          “ Eh? The couch? I do mind, I’m afraid…. It’s good that                           there’s a perfectly good bed for me to sleep in, no? “ 

It isn’t even like he usually sleeps that much at all– chances were he’d never use the bed. Chairs were more frequent. Either way, he hums as he turns to look in the rooms. Not necessarily looking for the bedroom, but…peering. 

He’s always been a first-name-basis kind of guy, considering last names and respect weren’t necessarily his thing - he was capable, of course, but what would it really matter? Not many people seemed to care, at least. Lavi looks back down to the book in his lap, though, reclining comfortably and flipping the page as he listens to the door swing back shut - and the footsteps that follow.

“Lavi,” simple and straight-forward, very to the point; didn’t have a last name to give, anyway, “Nice to meet ya.”

The bookman glances up again when the footsteps approach and then fade again; he can only assume he’s wandering, trying to find the bedroom. It wouldn’t be hard to do, the house they’d been given wasn’t very big, though it was fully furnished and that definitely made up for the size, in Lavi’s opinion. 

Quantity, not quality, right?

“Doubt there’d be enough room for the both of us, yeah? Only one bed, and I take up a lot of room. Ya might end up on the floor, instead of on the couch, y’know?” It sounds casual, and like he’d seen what Dazai had said coming; not to mention he doesn’t look up from his book as he speaks. 

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shikkakusha:

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Dazai is not one for fate in any sense of the word. Nothing for him is fated, nothing for him is certain. He’s thankful for it, to say the least. 

But, but. Dazai trusts that this will at least be something amusing. This could work well enough; this “pairing project,” this concept of  having people one is fated to… It could be a  method of spending his time, while he is here. 

Seeing into the future like this is not something he usually cares to trifle with. This… is against his will. 

Nonetheless, he is adaptable. He smiles wide and opens the door with absurdly dramatic  gusto. 

          “ AH– It seems we’ve been tied by fate,                               my new roommate~ “

Lavi sits, one leg crossed over the other, leaned fully against the arm of the couch he’s very graciously claimed as his own. His cheek rests against the palm of his hand, green eye focused down on the book he has opened in his lap; a few others side beside him on the cushions, showing clearly that he’s either come prepared, or he’s already paid the bookstores and the library a visit. Which? Who really knows!

It’s the only thing that stops his mind from racing, the only thing that makes it easier for him to think this whole situation through; this wasn’t something that should be happening, at the very least! A mistake, firstly. 

The door swings open and he looks up, the voice making red eyebrows raise very, very slowly - the expression on his face doesn’t change otherwise, and Lavi just.. stares. He stares. 

“Ehhh?” Is what comes out of his mouth first; tied by fate? 

Stupid. 

This guy was in for some really shitty surprises, wasn’t he? Especially if he was goin’ along with all of this. ... Why couldn’t it have at least been one of the dozens of pretty girls he’d seen around the city in his time here already? “Really-- right. Roommate,” there’s a pause, “hope ya don’t mind the thought of sleepin’ on the couch, by the way.”

[kashis]

“There will come a day where we can once again smile.”

Happy Birthday to my husband, Lavi  ♥ (8/10)

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frigidhime:

Mitsuru stands just as he does. It was hard to see through that mess of hair of his, but looking up into his face she notices: this man has an eyepatch. It holds no meaning, in both long and short run, but it’s different. Were she at home, in her own world, she might worry, but there’s no reason to fear anyone in this new place…Not yet.

He calls her strong. That ignites pride in her heart; you’re damn straight Mitsuru Kirijo is strong. She bites her bottom lip to hide a pleased smile; Mitsuru was never one to get a big head, but she enjoys who she is.

“I’m alright, thank you.” In her arms is his other bag, so she holds it out to him. She’s not smart enough to read the emotion clear on his face, but her smile does turn just the slightest bit sheepish. “I’m sure we’ll both be more careful, now. This city is…New, after all.”

Lavi’s smile widens immensely, and he takes the bag that she holds out to him with a gracious sounding ‘thank you’ before adjusting the handles of it over his forearm to let it rest in the crook of his elbow. “Good! I’d have hated to hurt ya by accident. Lots of people tell me I’m kinda like a wall, y’know?”

No, of course she doesn’t know, because she doesn’t know you or anything about you or who you even are - that’s off-topic, and the bookman is quick to derail the train of thought in favor of something much more appealing. Looking her over. Of course. He doesn’t make it incredibly obvious, but he’s also not trying to hide it.

“Ah, yeah! I ain’t been here too long, but I’m already gettin’ used to it. It’s pretty welcomin’, ain’t it?”

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this is a little late, but a little late is better than never!

anyway, my name is kris! i roleplay lavi here, and i’ve been roleplaying for just about 12 years at this point i think? i was on tumblr around indie and some groups for a while, so i’m super excited to try to get back into it a bit! if you’d like to add me on discord, which i use the most, feel free to hit me up!

and if you have any plot ideas or would like to bounce ideas back and forth, my IMs are open and so is my ask!

i look forward to getting along with you all!! 

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frigidhime:

Focusing on the click-clack of her heels against the sidewalk was the easiest distraction Mitsuru could muster. Exactly why she accepted the offer for the new world, she’s not sure; to see new things? The idea seems cheap to even consider. It’s much too late to worry about why she made the choice. After all, everyone is left behind now, and she has a real chance to start new.

And it would seem that chance is going downhill fast, as she’s so caught up in her own problems that she sends someone just emerging from the grocery store sprawling to the sidewalk. It’s like he falls in slow-motion; during his shockingly lengthy descent, it hits her that he’s got a good few inches on her height, and she feels a little guilty. She crouches, flustered, and tries to reassemble his spilled items into the grocery bag.

“My apologies, stranger. Are you alright?” Mitsuru peers into his face as she asks the question. He doesn’t seem injured, at first glace, but she also doesn’t know a damn thing about him. “I…Wasn’t paying attention.”

It’s not exactly something Lavi expects! To be downed so easily - well, admittedly, being lost in his own train of thought is basically his downfall, here. If he’d been paying more attention, this wouldn’t have happened! He’s blinking, wrapping his head around the situation for the moment before he looks up and the red catches his attention and then--

Oh! .. Oh.

“Y-yeah! Yeah, ‘m fine! I’m good!” It comes out quickly, and Lavi is incredibly quick to push himself to his feet and dust his regrettably tall self off before he offers her a smile; bright, shiny, and it’s almost like you can see the little hearts floating around his stupid head, already, “No worries! I wasn’t either, actually, so it ain’t really yer fault!” 

He bends down again, though, to help her gather what he’d dropped - a hand fumbling for a second before he actually looks down - what a strike! Lavi is humming, now, careful as he drops everything back into the bag and stands up straight again. Another, wider smile in place, “Are you okay? Yer pretty strong! Didn’t fall over or anythin’, yeah?”