dazai and oda pcs catch all

[odasaku]

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really fucking late, saturday

[odasaku]

[ you know what's a good way to not sleep at all? be told that you've been shoved into a game where you or your co-workers can actually die, all led by none other than the boss of the port mafia.

or executive.

that somehow knows him.

that isn't dead.

oda doesn't get it. and every time he tries to think about it, all he ends up getting is a headache and an itch to simply take out the cause of it. but apparently that's going to have more negative consequences in the long run-- not to add the strange feeling, like a constant deja-vu.

it's that bunch of emotions that have him pacing close to dazai's room, unsure of how to confront him or if this is even a good idea in the first place. there's much that he wants to know, but part of him feels like that might just be a mistake.

but, against those warnings and his own common sense, oda brings himself to knock. ]

[guileturncoat]

[Fortunately for him, Dazai is actually awake at that late hour. He's never slept that well, and he only really crashes into bed when he's too exhausted to do anything else.

When the door is opened, Oda will be able to see a desk close to one of the walls. Said desk has several books and documents strewn about it. It looks like Dazai had been working when Oda came to knock on his door.]

Ah, Oda-san! What brings you here this late?

[He's smiling, but the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

[odasaku]

You know why.

[ oda takes note of the messy room, but not as much as he notices dazai's false smile. it...makes oda feel something, something he can't define. similar to earlier in the afternoon. ]

It's about this game and what you plan on turning it into.

[guileturncoat]

Well come on in then, there's no need to have that conversation in the hall.

[Indeed, he will step aside and let Oda in.

There is an open parlor area, with a couple couches and a low table. Off to one side of the room is a taller table with some booze bottles on it, all still mostly-full. On another wall is a door, which presumably goes to another part of his quarters, maybe his bedroom? And there is also a table and desk chair to one side, which appears to be a working space. All of the walls are lined with bookshelves, which are full of countless books.

Dazai goes over to the couch once the door is closed, and he'll plop right down on it. Oda doesn't have to sit on the same couch, but the invitation to sit is there.]

w1

[odasaku]

monday, evening

[odasaku]

[ so he didn’t go visit him on sunday. something about wanting to clear his own head and getting some real sleep, something about not wanting dazai to see these visits as rewards.

but after talking to atsushi, the last thing he got was rest and a clear mind. and now, with the added motive, oda just knows that this will be another restless evening—so he might as well talk to dazai.

he knocks on the door, and waits. ]

[guileturncoat]

[The door swings open, revealing...]

Ah, Oda-san! Did you somehow know that it was movie night?

[It's Dazai, in pajamas (normal stripey ones, with bandages on underneath them), with a bowl of popcorn.]

[odasaku]

I didn’t.

[ he says it simply, not showing his confusion over dazai looking so...casual. like a teenager, actually. ]

If you’re too busy, then I’ll leave.

thursday......afternoon!

[odasaku]

[ strange, right? however it's clearly oda's voice that's calling for him while knocking on the door at sometime in the afternoon. ]

Dazai, it's me. I brought you food.

[ he has a tupperware in one of his hands, with very good leftover food that akira made. ]

[guileturncoat]

[Is it the curry?

Dazai suspects it's the curry. He's sniffing at the container to be sure.]

I do appreciate everyone trying to bring me food, but did you know that Va-nyan-tas tried to burn my mouth this week?

[odasaku]

... You don’t like curry either?

[ this is so sad. even oda looks a little hurt by it. why does everyone have bad taste!!!!!! ]

It’s good.

saturday evening

[odasaku]

[ it’s only so long that oda can go without visiting dazai once the hanged man game is over. after a couple of hours of hearing dazai’s desperate voice play on repeat in his head, he decides that maybe he should visit him.

oda knocks on the door, looking perhaps a little too desperately. ]

[guileturncoat]

[A very tired Dazai opens the door to allow Oda in. He'll at least make sure the door closes behind Oda before he gives up and goes over to sink down onto the couch.]

I'm so tiiiiiired...

[As whiny as ever, it seems. Even with the new bandages.]

[odasaku]

I can imagine.

[ oda goes to sit next to him on the couch, his expression actually one of concern. ]

You got burned?

w2

[odasaku]

monday, late at night

[odasaku]

[ once oda’s tired of writing, he’s going to go to the usual place— dazai’s office, of course.

he knocks on the door, a couple sheets of paper folded under his arms. ]

[guileturncoat]

[Hi Oda hi, Here's a sleepy Dazai answering his door.]

What's up?

w3

[odasaku]

TUESDAY AFTERNOON BEFORE I FORGET

[odasaku]

[ knock knock. it’s the person that doezai would least expect to see in private after all that happened last week. ]

Hey.

[guileturncoat]

Fiiiiiiiinally! I thought you would never come back!

[Yeah, he's being indignant like that.

He's also sitting on his couch looking over some papers. He actually has to do work, oh no.]

w4

[odasaku]

w4, monday, post motive

[odasaku]

[ this isn't even a thread im just here to leave written that he did leave the teeth jello in front of dazai's door. it's there in all its toothy glory. enjoy. ]

w5

[odasaku]

wednesday evening, post game

[odasaku]

[ so oda's...not good at talking to dazai. he can't even refer to him by name. in fact, if oda had his way, he'd rather look the other way and ignore him completely.

but that smile on his face...it didn't feel right.

oda's walking around, looking for him. he has a tupperware with clown meat, but that's just pretense for a conversation. if he can even manage it. ]

Host.

[ he can't look at him in the face. ]

[guileturncoat]

Mmm? Using my title now?

[Dazai sounds...a bit distant? He's over by the garage, sitting on the ground and tending to his electrical burns with a first aid kit. But when he looks up to Oda, it's with a curious look on his face. What's up, dude?]