#osaumu

[chuyua]

@osaumu : ❛  does  your  brain  work ,  actually ?  do  you  have  a  functioning  head ?  ❜

the past hour or so after finding out they'd brilliantly and astronomically fucked up so badly felt like hours, pulling teeth in such an agonizingly sadistic manner. the bile rising had festered in the crooks of his lungs and the center of his larynx, just a puddle of burning acid that settled to remind him that shit still had yet to fully hit the fan. it'd already started, the absolute fuck - fest that befallen the airport. but they couldn't attack head - on without understanding precisely what they were fighting. the two of them left behind to their own devices, a comatose and useless body, and the fake vessel of that anemic jackass taunting them. he'd never seen dazai this way, and that left him feeling more unsettled than he'd been in years. it was laughable, amusing at first, but now it was just scaring him shitless. gloved hands shoved into his pockets as he kicked at a large rock in his way, the mineral exploding upon impact. “ i'm not even gonna entertain ya because i know you're just pissed at yourself. ” gaze narrowed, almost a warning in his tone save for the genuine concern hidden and laced. “ don't fuckin' lash out at me or i'll kick your face in. it's not helpin'. ”

[hirashino]

whatever gods that existed above, they were adamant on her suffering. laughing and giggling and gossiping amongst themselves in view of the train - wreck that was the stage - play of one doctor yosano akiko's life, now erupted into flames tenfold with the new case brought to the detective agency the morning of. hearing about what would unfold and actually upon it were two completely different things. she'd hardly tuned out during conference meetings, much less when the president was attending, but the pairing of her name with that bandaged madman had her nearly falling out of her seat in dismay.

all of the excuses she could've mustered, shot down before they could leave her mouth — there was no other choice. the other members didn't work appearance - wise, pairing - wise, they'd recognize kunikida from previous affiliations, and then ... that left the two of them. so there they were, dressed to the nines for some overtly extravagant, fancy fundraiser's gala, trying to convince their target — their suspect, to take them on as clients. for a wedding.

@osaumu : ❛  so  many  jokes ,  i  can’t  even  choose .  ❜

pads of her fingers twisted the fake ring over her finger, still very much real gold, with striking sapphires and smaller, decorative diamonds around the edges — she'd yet to question where he got it. their story needed to be believable, and yet, that ring was just about the only thing truly convincing as they still had yet to iron out all the details prior. “ choose absolutely none of them, what if you scare the planner off ? not everyone has the same humor as you do. or anyone, really. ”

her hands, bare for the first time in a while just to display the ring, the vulnerability was strong as she attempted to focus on the champagne glass in her grasp. bangs, sleeked back to and styled simply with her butterfly hair pin on its usual side, and her typical attire replaced with a white gown. perhaps the only part she truly enjoyed about this case, the glamor of it all. stealing a glance his way, she pursed her lips in thought before adding, “ your hair looks decent. ”

[hirashino]

do NOT look at me tenderly as you rewrap my bandages or i swear ill kiss you 😚

another roll, gone. slender digits skillfully and wrap the thin material securely, more precisely than his older, haphazard attempts. she's not looking at him tenderly. she's daydreaming of choking him. “ the only thing kissing you will be my fist. ”

[chuyua]

the dim lighting of his apartment did little to lift his spirits, much less the less than subtle emotional song faintly playing from the ' angry and sad playlist no. 31 ' blasting through his systems. if he really focused, he was certain he could recognize the song from its second loop around, but his mind was paradoxically empty, stormy eyes fixated on the way the small living room lights reflected over the wine glass, the garnet liquid swirling in small bouts from his movements — he was four sips or a chug away from needing a refill. it was arguably peaceful, this space he'd created for himself.

@osaumu : ❛  what’s  wrong ,  what’s wrong ,  what’s wrong ,  what’s  wrong ?  ❜

until he remembered he wasn't alone. forehead crinkled, countenance contorting to that of utmost irritation as he resisted the urge to crush the wine glass in his hands. he tried ignoring the pestering, having his privacy disturbed for the nth time with his ex - partner's presence, giving little to no responses as he forced the maladaptive daydreams or whatever they'd call it. but enough was enough. “ you're what's wrong, mackerel. ” he spat out, pointing right at his face, getting up from the sofa to make his way back to the kitchen where his wine collection was. he stopped questioning how he was able to continuously break into his apartment despite the locks changing after every encounter. at this point, he stopped trying to prevent it. just as he stopped trying to stop the inevitable end to any start of a relationship, perhaps he just wasn't meant for them. mafia life and all.

chugging the last bit of his drink, he slammed the glass over the counter and picked at the wine opener, brandishing it as if it were a lethal weapon. “ nothin's fuckin' wrong 'xcept you in my bubble. don't y'got a job or something ? ”

[hirashino]

it was a double - edged blade. nobody liked going into the doctor's office unless absolutely necessary, and nobody liked going into the doctor's office unless absolutely necessary. yosano cherished the privacy of her own space at the agency, relishing in the freedom and separation from the unorganized chaos of main space. but it got a bit too quiet at times, leaving her to stare at the wall - painted walls trying to conjure some form of an image in her mind, just to stay awake and entertained despite the paperwork piling up on her desk. perhaps she'd spoken too soon, though, that instead of focusing on her work she was now staring at that familiar head of hair hiding under her desk. how dazai managed to contort himself to fit in such a narrow space was beyond her. her chair had been slid away, backed up against the wall behind as her leg crossed at the knee, weary sigh escaping her lips. “ did you get on kunikida's nerves this early already ? ” tip of her pen tapped at her lips as she hummed. “ don't tell me, another one of your peeved flings has shown up around here again. ” magentas narrowed at him, brow arching. “ if you were trying to escape training, hiding here wouldn't have helped you. like, at all. ” ❱ * @osaumu

[chuyua]

the door was shut behind them as the last person stepped out, gloved fingers hesitating before toggling the lock, ensuring there would be no interruptions from then. air was thick with tension, something suffocating and burning around the lining of his lungs should he attempt breathing normally. the reports were less than satisfactory, the findings of hired officials and those loyal to the organization an unpleasant wake - up call. one that they'd both expected, but had hoped otherwise. the executive had done his part in trying to gather those left withstanding, but he'd missed those with slippery hands, with less than ideal intentions. paperworks missing, funds hemorrhaging, bodies turning up left and right. it was a silent act of defiance, and a loud statement of rejection. a refusal to bend the knee to the new leader. anyone with half a brain would realize it was foolish to do anything but submit, but he gathered it was ego and pride guiding such stupidity, ambition clouding their senses.

perhaps they thought they deserved a chance at the throne, perhaps they sought to take him down for the thrill of it. whatever the reason, they'd just finished listening to an absolute shitfest of a debrief, and he could watch the strings slowly plucking with discordance, though unnoticeable to the untrained eye, chuuya had caught onto it. slow footsteps brought him closer to the desk where dazai had stood behind, staring at the various paperwork and files scattered across. “ someone's whisperin'. talkin' shit. gettin' the others riled up and keepin' this from bein' a smooth transition. ” stating the obvious here, but he wasn't sure how else to break the silence. storms flickered over his features, searching for a tell, anything. “ can get a list of those likely behind it. gather 'em up and ... ” the rest was left unsaid, an air of uncertainty lingering. new leadership meant new protocol. and chuuya was walking blind here, unsure of the first impression dazai wanted to make.

@osaumu

[chosuiri-a]

hey bestie what number am i thinking of between 5 and 397463950

wrong question because you’re not thinking of a number

[cherrygardna]

❝ i've seen that look in your eyes... ❞

@osaumu x