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WHAT whatever
WHERE TEKKADAN (that's bldg O for those using the map) and surrounding areas i guess
WHEN Day 103??? (idk what time is)

[so basically, all the relevant people have been working hard at this building a gundam base thing and also taking care of dogs...

except for this drunken asshole who has basically just been flopping on his boyfriend each night recently and is currently playing with his adorable black puppy who is so happy to chase ball!

by "play", I mean... he pretends. to throw the ball. and judges the dog a little for chasing after nothing but air.

he is not good at dogs at all.]

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There's nothing.

[ tries to keep his voice even but there's a slight twinge in it ]

[ grabs that same finger ]

Would you like to insist on that?

[ swallows, freezes up, he knows it's that stupid reflexive part of his brain, but the echoes from the other fingers keep rolling through his mind, the pain he doesn't like but accepts except -- a kind of stiff rejection to it as well. ]

— there's nothing of interest.

[ his voice is softer ]

[ he seems to sigh as if disappointed and he twists on that finger. ]

[ he wants to apologize, briefly, but instead he just presses his face down into the bed more, though it only barely muffles the cry of pain, the rest of his hand spasming in Mori's grip. ]

That disobedience towards me, is it an essential part of you? Or can you be rid of it?

I can be rid of it.

[ he turns his head to the side to say it, staring at the bedroom wall, tone flat, any trembles of pain ironed out ]

Why is it that you know the right answer and refuse to enact it, then?

. . . if I withhold something from you, won't you invest more time into me. I wonder if I don't want to lose your affections.

[ just, ]

Mm, but there's limits to that too. If there's a barrier to my investment in you.

[ he nods, stays silent, unsure if Mori can see the gesture ]

So, will you not take that into mind?

[ ffffuckkk ]

You already know I've been lying to you. [ slow inhale ] Is this just prolonging your rejection?

I do not want to reject you, Dazai-kun, that is the point.

[ he's letting go of his hand to go back to his hair ]

[ his breath quickens for two or three inhales and then settles. ]

All right.

I assume, you still won't say yes to my request.

I'll let you see.

Mori-san.

[ plz think i can be good i can be good i can definitely be good ]

Ohh? You've finally come to realize that's the right answer, I see.

[ he does sound approving! ]

Yes.

Do you think you deserve a reward?

[ hah. ]

If Mori-san thinks I deserve one.

[ he. doesn't sound that doubtful but he is assuming he does not. if anything he feels miserable. ]

[ there's a very present sort of pause before he undoes the cuffs. ]

[ unsure, but he slides his hands to his sides, glad to be done with the pressure of having them held behind him ]

Where's your phone?

In my jacket pocket.

[ inhale, exhale, shift to curl on his side a little, both hands held to his chest then ]