#farcicaleccentric

[prodigiousvisions]

@farcicaleccentric​ ♡’ed Yosano’s permanent starter call. 

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Yosano had a very particular system on the days when she decided to go out to shop. It would never fall on the same date of semi occasional grocery trip assigned to a designated agency member, nor would it be on a particularly busy day. Whims to go out and run a hand on silken cloth aside, she knew how to shove aside impulse and act accordingly to when she was truly needed around the office. If the others could calculate the very second she would walk into the office then by all means they should have known that this routine of hers was resolute. So why was Dazai infringing on her endeavor to venture out by trying to sneak off when he had work to do? She gives a cutthroat smile as a hand snaps forward and yanks him back by the coat.

“Well, well. I was sure you knew better to act like a fool when it was on my terms. Right, Dazai?” Her grip gets more intense. He was not getting off easy if she had any say on the matter. “I don’t remember you being assigned a job. Mind refreshing my memory?”

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@farcicaleccentric​​ asked:

‘ i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind ’ ❤ @ fyodor

grave suggestions | accepting.

“How fascinating. Was that a slip of the tongue?” A chuckle of dark amusement is almost involuntary as he slumps back against the wall. What a splendid sight indeed, bearing the weight of such dagger-pointed threats so early in the morning. It accomplished the job of alertness much better than any standard cup of coffee. “I must say that reveals a lot about you as a person if I am occupying a space in your head that frequently. Tell me, did you craft an imaginary space just for me? I’d like to be comfortable if you’re allowing me to stay there in long durations of time.” 

Wasn’t it like this from the start? The threats and bloodstained declarations that would be poetic, surely, if studied as a passage in some archaic book. How romantically intimate, he jokes to himself as violet eyes scour his opposite for an all too expected smile that was seeped with malice. Not that he would have it any other way. Fyodor wags a finger, not batting a lash nor minding the seriousness behind Dazai’s words. “You would do well to mind your temper. How can you plot to kill me without an utterly clear mind? I expect you to give it your all. What a shame – I thought you were better than to go through with half-baked plans while letting your emotions control you.”

For someone who wished for the sweet release of death, it astounded him how fervently he fought to foil his own plans. Heroism at best, an utter folly of humanity at worst. Both equally entertaining in their attempts. It would be fantastic to watch it all crumble down at the foundation. For now, he found the challenges faced before him all the more pleasing to piece through and deal with. What fun is there in everything going to plan, anyway? A battle of wits was far more appreciated than an underwhelming display of mediocrity. His eyes wander then, past the brunette and over his shoulders, as his face went back to a neutral state of nothingness.

“You’ve sought me out this far. For what reason? To threaten me? If that’s all, I’ll be taking my leave. I’m a busy man with a different set of priorities than your own.”

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@farcicaleccentric​​ asked:

‘ things aren’t going as i hoped. maybe if i die, i can start over again? better luck next time. ’ @ yosano

grave suggestions | accepting.

“Don’t you get tired of hearing your own self depreciating jokes for so long? Surely this act has gotten old now, hasn’t it?”

Dazai was a smart man. Yosano wasn’t an idiot. These two facts could coincide for one very blatant statement: no matter how hard he tried to parade around with a cheery, personable facade, it was not going to fool the doctor in the slightest. It is with an upsurge amount of care and empathy that she tries to not let the creeping urge to get irritated get the best of her, but boy, with Dazai’s stubbornness to play the fool, the task was proving quite difficult. She presses two fingers to her temples and allows herself a moment of reprieve to let her brows scrunch up in conflicting emotions. After a soothing exhale, her features return to a more calm disposition once more, a hand now finding comfort at her side as she sized up the taller man.

“Maybe if I knocked your head around you would find enough common sense to rationalize to yourself that maybe... just maybe... this coping method of yours isn’t the best route to take.” A raise of her brow. “Like it or not, everyone and their mother knows how infamously good you are at evading death. Seize that opportunity to stop being so proud and lean on our shoulders once in awhile. You’re not alone, so stop acting like you are.”