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[chijouku]

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   This feels like a deja vu, of course, how many times did he do this already? Chuuya opened the door of the bandaged bastard’s office and entered without any kind of permission. Sure, he didn’t need one since he knew his partner so well. Then blue eyes spotted the brunette sleeping on his desk, as usual. How annoying.

 “ oi, wake up. “ he called him once, stady voice in the air but the other didn’t respond, Chuuya breathed deeply and took a few steps foward and, he smacked Dazai’s head with his hand without a second thought. “ i said WAKE UP. “ 

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    He usually was very quiet about himself, Oda didn’t like to speak about himself; the redhead was rather more focused to listen what others had to say that to talk--but that didn’t mean he would answer a simple question regarding his own personal life. He always considered himself a boring person, considering he was assigned to do the most typical missions of Port Mafia.

  A small sigh escaped his lips when Dazai asked what he did today, of course, his closest friend always wanted to know about Oda’s life, he will never be bored of his stories.

     “ there was a cat stuck on a tree... Obasan asked me to help her so I did, the cat immediately clinged to my arm and i almost fall backwards. “ he paused , looking at his glass of whisky. “ majory, I did errands and I also helped a boy to find his parents, he was lost. “ that really sounded so common ... 

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Curiosity killed the cat - and maybe her if she was being caught in this place. She has heard about the Port Mafia and wanted to see if they were really real. ( It was almost an unspoken rule to have heard about them. Believing they existed was another story, though.) The thing that fascinated her about them was that they were just like her; people with special abilities, people who didn’t fit into the norm. She had always thought that she was the only one who was different from the rest, but this was far from the truth as she found out.

Alicia had, on her way home, seen a young man and something about him was suspicious to her. Maybe it was his appearance or his behavior that stuck out to her. Whatever it was, it made her decide to follow him for a while. A foolish and dangerous thought that she would regret much later. She followed him for a bit, trying her best to stay hidden. Her ability helped her a lot, yet she couldn’t use it the entire time. He might have noticed her earlier, maybe not. If he did then he was probably playing a long ( A trap? She didn’t put much thought into that.) 

She might have been able to follow him for longer if she didn’t step on the glass that laid on the ground and made, upon the contact with her shoes, a crunching noise. Instantly, she hid behind the wall, waiting for something to happen. This was bad and he probably has heard her. Alicia could feel how her heart started to beat against her chest. 

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     ❝ Eh?? Dazai-san??? Are you sure you should be giving this to me? I’ve never had this stuff before… ❞ the cub couldn’t even be sure what sort of reaction he was going to have to the drink. he can only guess since he’s seen a few citizens after they had drank ( granted it was most likely a lot ). Atsushi couldn’t trust himself with anything that strong ( was it strong? ). ❝ Is it safe? ❞ he squinted.

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It was not unusual that Mary’s father would entrust Mary with the task to go to certain meetings, in this case a meeting with the Port Mafia. She was unaware of what made them so special and her father had decided to leave her in the dark. ( It was probably better for her to find it out herself. ) As the daughter of the mafia boss she was tasked with the mission to meet someone from the Port Mafia and talk about a potential partnership and an ( apparently upcoming ) mission. 

Mary had taken a few of her men with her, yet asked them to wait in front of the room alongside some other men which probably belonged to the other group. With a small smile and confidence clearly on her face she entered the room only to be met with a young man around her age instead of a scary old man as she had imaged it. This person was not who she expected but it was a nice change. Was he the boss of the Port Mafia? No, that was very unlikely, at least from the description her father had given her. Was he there to represent the organisation? Maybe. Without wasting more time, she sat down opposite to him and grinned.

“It’s nice to meet you. My father sadly couldn’t make it to the meeting so he send me instead. I’m Mary Marlett, the daughter. I’m looking forward to a potential partnership between our groups.”