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WHAT in person
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 85

[ You were minding your own business when you hear a snap-click, like the handcuff sound in movies. Or you suddenly feel a soft collar slide around your throat. Wow, is this a dog collar? Anyway, possibly even more worrisome than that is that you're handcuffed to someone else OR someone else seems to have the other end of a leash attached to your collar in their hand. You are STUCK handcuffed to someone or leashed and collared (or. holding a leash, unable to let go) unless you complete a task. You just know which task because psychic messages are also part of QM life.

1. Kiss
2. Stab & Care -- there's some knives laying around but with them are first aid kits and you won't be free unless you take care of the wound you fiends
3. Hug
4. Punch
5. Share a secret/A confession ]

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You haven't been taking care of yourself, I see.

[ again, funny joke, because usually taking care of Dazai wasn't exactly at the top of the list of Mori's priorities. teaching him, in a sense, certainly. but not exactly ensuring his wellbeing.

Mori's fingers drop to trail along the bandages as if for emphasis before pressing at the curve of Dazai's hip to feel where the bone makes an outline through the skin and bandages. ]

[ he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this ]

Are you concerned? How unusual.

[ he brushes at Mori's hand with his own, like a shooing motion ]

You think I wouldn't be? How cruel.

[ Dazai can do that but Mori abruptly grabs that hand, grip starting firm but the pressure increasing. ]

Now ... You did give me permission.

The terms were unclear of how much touching.

[ but he doesn't shoo at him again. ]

That's your own fault for not being specific, hm?

[ he lets go -- there's a beat of consideration before he grabs at a bandage, starting at his wrist, unwinding some to see the marks on his arm ]

[ draws his wrist away, slowly. It doesn't stop Mori from unwinding the bandage. much like everywhere else he's mistreated that too, though there's some pretty explicit scars both across his wrists and down his forearm. ]

Is this your idea of foreplay?

You'd prefer something more romantic?

[ his fingertips linger over the scars for a second before he pulls his hand back, gesturing towards the bed. ]

Sit.

[ it is really now that the deep urge to leave actually would move him to but it's a little late. his knees lock for a moment. ]

Romantic is a little tired. Why not show me something unusual instead?

[ ha ha but he's not sitting ]

Really. Would you prefer something cruel and unusual?

[ his hand goes to his shoulder, pulling as he steps back himself, backing up towards the bed. ]

Is that always the first thing you think of.

[ llllletttsss himself be steered. ]

[ he applies pressure, more firmly pressing down on Dazai's shoulder to try to get him to sit. ]

Something in between, in that case?

[ there's a very clear line of where he resists the push and then gives in. sitting rather stiffly. ]

[ he lets off with his hand only then, looking down as if contemplating him like this. ]

You haven't answered.

[ somehow even that feels gross too. he lets his eye settle on Mori's neck, as if seeking out the vein he'd cut if he had a knife. ]

Does my answer matter?

Hmm, I suppose it doesn't matter much in the end.

[ he drops his hand again, seeing if Dazai will let him tangle his fingers back into his hair. ]

[ tenses, but doesn't stop him. after a delay, both of his hands reach up though to grab at Mori's shirt collar. ]

If you were too kind, it might give the wrong impression anyway.

[ he laughs, short, leaning down with the grip and lifting his knee to try to shove it between Dazai's knees, resting it against the bed. ]

The wrong impression about what, exactly? My intentions?

[ he holds tightly, white knuckled almost immediately and obligingly eases his knees apart. he doesn't have an answer to that, and like he asked before, does it really matter. instead of answering he sits up a little more, also pulling even harder on Mori's collar to try and start kissing him again ]

[ well that's ok too. he breathes out against his lips but kisses back, hard, leaning down to ease that - - one hand going between them to try to shove Dazai back against the bed, going down with him if that's successful. ]

[ if only Dazai had better core muscles. The resist against Mori’s push has more to do with how tense he is than actual pushback. He committed to this on the first kiss — he tells himself — and backing out now would cause more problems than it was worth. In a way, this might be an easier path to dealing with Mori, too, he considers distantly. The bite though, setting his teeth against Mori’s mouth, is just retaliation. ]

[ the bite, too, isn't unexpected - - neither was the last time Dazai bit him and he's more than happy to bite back, caging Dazai in against the bed with his free palm flat against the bed beside Dazai's arm. his knee is still between Dazai's, the angle not quite right to move it up any higher with the height difference between them, but he is shifting his hand from Dazai's hair to grab for his hip again. ]

[ he needs to make his hands let go of Mori’s clothes. With some immense effort his fingers finally loosen and he buries his right hand into the bed, using it as leverage to scoot further back onto it.

His other hand skims across the bedding before reaching up to find Mori’s side. Not quite his hip, but mimicking the earlier grab Mori did on Dazai’s hip except definitely pinching in on his lower ribs instead ]

[ don't be mean Dazai. there's a whuff of air as he's pinched but in retaliation he moves his hand to dig the flat of his palm against the angle of Dazai's hip, pinching skin against the bone with a pointed sort of pressure. ]

[ hisses again, but he doesn't let up on his grip, keeping it steady but his other hand presses harder down into the bed. ]

[ he lets up with his own pressure but moves to grip Dazai's hip, fingertips -- and nails -- digging into his skin through the bandages as he angles to pull him up closer to Mori. ]