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anything I would never want to lose will be lost. ☠ - ☠ - ☠ {[ dazai osamu, affiliated with koi. ]}

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☆ -----> @nominealius

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. “

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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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nominealius:

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.”

He laughs. 

          “ Doesn’t seem intelligent? I know what would happen. That’s the                           point. “ 

His smile hasn’t changed a bit, and he doesn’t dwell on that for too long; Dazai takes a look at the kitchen and wonders absentmindedly where he can stash all his sweets. This partner- ship will simply just have to be worked around. Hopefully this man knows how to respect the boundaries of labeled food. He stops then, to lean against the wall and peer at his new roommate. 

          “ Believe me when I say you likely won’t be seeing it! And if I get                            tired enough, I could sleep on the couch. But I stay up                            frequently and am gone most of the day, so that’s unlikely. “ 

Sliding his hands into his pockets, he tilts his head to the side, 

          “ Most of the amenities in this house will be yours, Lavi-chan. I don’t                            take up much space. “

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idolbred replied to your post: aren't people... just celery with skin?

What?

         “ Or the toast. “

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aren't people... just celery with skin?

          “ This is a good question... I would have to say no.                            You make a critical miscalculation; you                             have not factored in the soup for blood. “

[inboxideas]

Pose troubling philosophy dilemmas in my askbox and my character will give you their take on it.

Or, if they aren’t sure, they’ll give a monologue as they think it through.

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          “ . . . “

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nominealius:

TO: osamu. FROM: lavi.

[ txt ]  [ txt ] [ txt ] what?

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

[ txt ] go ahead and throw me! [ txt ] free pass. [ txt ] as far as you can.  [ txt ] dare i say it; yeet me.

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nominealius:

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?

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. 

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nominealius:

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.

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

[ txt ] .  [ txt ] .                                               Understandable!

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nominealius:

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.

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.

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idolbred replied to your post:           “ What would that make libraries, I...

the fuckhouse.

          “ HOW INDECENT~! HOW TERRIBLE~ NOT AROUND THE                             LITERATURE! “

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          “ What would that make libraries, I wonder... “

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quirkdelete:

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        “ Hm... “

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nominealius:

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. 

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. “

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nominealius:

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.”

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.