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come on and slam and welcome to japan
lately... oda feels as if someone has been watching him. his skills earned as an assassin tell him as much, but the feel of it is different than those who have watched him from a distance with intent to kill. it’s not malicious, per se -- if anything, maybe innocent, but ‘ maybe ’ is not a certainty. a maybe could get him hurt or killed even today, as the job of an armed detective agency member was not easy and they had their own enemies.
whoever they are, they’re incredibly clever, he thinks. they can make their presence known, but oda cannot locate where their eyes are watching him from. it’s a carefulness he hasn’t seen in a long time, a carefulness... he relates to all too well. someone wary -- closed off? why would they want to keep an eye on him, if they were concerned about getting close? it doesn’t make much sense to him, but some people don’t want to make sense. ( take ranpo, for example. )
the man’s lips pucker as he considers the options, flipping through the book he’s plucked from the bookshelf in front of him. he had found his way into a secondhand shop to look at what old books were for sale but --
the flutter of pages, the heavy thunk of a hardback cover meeting the floor.
a book he had balancing precariously on a hand falls. oda begins to kneel down to pick it up, but stops himself halfway when a stranger does the honors. strange -- where had they come from? he hadn’t even noticed...
“sorry... thank you for that.”
@unoxidize.
stares into their tea, stirring the contents in silence. just another day at the demon trio table.
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“...I’d ask what you’re doing here, but this shit becomes unsurprising after a few years.” / @unoxidize
@unoxidize
Normally, he would tolerate it, at the very least. Actually, he was happy that things weren’t always the same, even if he didn’t always understand how they worked. And he totally got that! He totally understood that he wouldn’t always understand, especially because the city was such a different place from his hometown.
But the question seemed to tug at his mind, and being as sincere as Kenji was, he couldn’t just leave it unanswered. He just had to ask honestly, right?
“Dazai-san...” He couldn’t help but question, “What are you doing?”
please help me fyodor is eating instant coffee powder straight from the jar
slowly stirs her tea contemplatively. “ he’s done worse. he’s ate rat poisoning and lived. ”