[Of course he knows, you shitty mackerel. The eyes are always a doorway into the soul; even one twisted beyond reason. Yet, no matter how sullied and broken it may be, it still shines resiliently back at Dazai. The message plain: there's no way in hell I'm letting you fall back into darkness. And he's going to do something about it.]
Shut up! [The actions of a wild beast are always predictable, as is the provoked violence that follows.
The quick flash and glittering bite of fangs in the form of a blade swipes precariously close towards the adams apple of Dazai's throat, pressing hard into it, hard enough to draw blood if the gloved hand that snatches hold of the front of his shirt will keep him still. For that grip digs and tears at that fabric like claws trying to burrow into his very heart.
He's avoided thinking about what Dazai wants to humorーthe two of them on the other side. He wants to keep it that way, but Dazai never makes his life easy, does he? He's glaring up at him now, wild and furious and tired.]
I'll never call you boss, Dazai. [He pulls himself up as close as he can right near Dazai's chin, breath hot against flesh and the steel that rests there. A threat and warning to read between the lines with what he rasps out after.] So stop playing at his fucked up role and figure out another way to do something about that shitty tiger.
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Shut up! [The actions of a wild beast are always predictable, as is the provoked violence that follows.
The quick flash and glittering bite of fangs in the form of a blade swipes precariously close towards the adams apple of Dazai's throat, pressing hard into it, hard enough to draw blood if the gloved hand that snatches hold of the front of his shirt will keep him still. For that grip digs and tears at that fabric like claws trying to burrow into his very heart.
He's avoided thinking about what Dazai wants to humorーthe two of them on the other side. He wants to keep it that way, but Dazai never makes his life easy, does he? He's glaring up at him now, wild and furious and tired.]
I'll never call you boss, Dazai. [He pulls himself up as close as he can right near Dazai's chin, breath hot against flesh and the steel that rests there. A threat and warning to read between the lines with what he rasps out after.] So stop playing at his fucked up role and figure out another way to do something about that shitty tiger.