un: nolongerhuman

[thesettingsun]

Quick survey: do you know anyone from home here, or are you the only one who got brought from your world?

And is it weird to people from modern Japan to see Valentine's Day not being advertised in February? It was only really brought over after my death, but the last few years I've been around for it, you can't miss all the sales and promotions.

Comments

[darkdisgrace]

So what, every book you touch is a weapon?

[He's just imagining a library being an arsenal, nbd.]

[thesettingsun]

Just our books. I can't do it with something I didn't write.

[darkdisgrace]

...Guess that makes sense, in a way. It's yours, after all.

[He's tipsy enough this logic makes sense.]

[thesettingsun]

Writers put their soul into their writing. In my case it's just more literal.

[darkdisgrace]

....So that weapon, that book... that's your soul?

[thesettingsun]

As far as any of us can tell, it's close enough. Don't go doggy-earing any pages.

[It'd be weird!!]

[darkdisgrace]

What, would that sprain your wrist or something?

[He frowns a little.] Books are so easily damaged though... is it really safe to just cart something like that around?

[thesettingsun]

Haven't tested it, but you shouldn't do that to books anyway.

Getting too far from my soul doesn't sound like a good idea either?

[So it's kind of damned if you do, damned if you don't...]

[darkdisgrace]

Damn... That's tricky.

[He's going to resist the impulse to reach out and touch it, if only because he'd worry about hurting the guy.]

[thesettingsun]

[As long as he doesn't like rip pages out, it's fine.]

It's complicated being a dead guy.

[darkdisgrace]

Still pretty lively for a dead guy, in my opinion.

[Just gonna reach out and pat Dazai's shoulder instead.]

[thesettingsun]

[Leans into the touch...]

You're stuck with me for a while yet.

[darkdisgrace]

[...Dazai's a bit like a sponge, isn't he?

Chuuya lets his hand slide up to gently run through the hair at the back of his neck.]

Not exactly complaining about that.

[thesettingsun]

[He sure is. He slings an arm around Chuuya's side, affectionately.]

Imagine all the chocolate you'd miss.

[darkdisgrace]

[Oh. That's different.

He leans into it nonetheless, chuckling.]

That's true. Hope it's really good chocolate.

[thesettingsun]

You've thrown down the gauntlet, so I can't bring anything less than my best.

[...he's still gonna buy it, but it'll be Expensive chocolate.]

[darkdisgrace]

And I can't let you outdo me, now can I?

[RIP Dazai's wallet.]

[thesettingsun]

I won't say no to being spoiled.

[sugar baby aspirations...]

[darkdisgrace]

Of course you wouldn't, mr. sugar baby.

[They just had that conversation.]

[thesettingsun]

[Totally shameless.]

Working at the Sakuranbo is fine, but I'd rather work for someone I like, you know?

[darkdisgrace]

You're working in the red light district?

[He quirks a brow at that, grin turning sly.]

What kind of job are you doing?

[thesettingsun]

Performing. [He knows exactly what kind of performing Dazai means.] It's a voyeurs' club, so it's mostly just solo performances or occasionally something with other employees. The pay's good and the work's easy enough.

[It's definitely the closest thing to a Real Job Dazai's had.]

[darkdisgrace]

Performing...

[Oh, he certainly does know. There's a playful lilt to his voice as he continues.]

Oh, I've got to see that for sure. Maybe I should stop by and see a performance sometime soon?

[thesettingsun]

We'd welcome your business ♥

[Too bad Dazai wouldn't be able to tell Chuuya was the one watching...]

[darkdisgrace]

and I'm sure you'd welcome having me in the audience, right?