Two unexpected lines followed by being freed from a trap that should've made Chuuya rage, though to a lesser degree once he slept off the exhaustion. Yet there was none of that here, an outright dismissal followed by an open expression of concern.
No physical damage would've been transferred over once the victim had exited Poe's novel. Was the story itself that touching to overturn the rage Chuuya nursed for four years?
No, that wasn't possible. Moreover, the mystery's events wouldn't have taken that long. The one before him was either Chuuya himself, when Dazai knew his ex-partner's body language and speech patterns well, or it was a very, very skilled impostor.
Dazai poked the other's cheek. Nope, not disappearing. No change. Not an ability.]
Still better than yours.
[He remained standing by the open doorway, stuffing down that bit of reservation welling in his chest. Whatever this was, he could be patient. Bide his time until he got the full story. Maybe check in with Ranpo on if there were any characters of note. That world might have been fictional, but Chuuya was the sentimental sort.]
So what do I owe the displeasure of your company? Clearly you're over having to fight your way out of that trap, and it seems you've miraculously forgiven everyone involved, to boot. Perhaps I shall pass on the good news to Ranpo-san., in case he wants to undergo another challenge and involve you with it.
no subject
"How's your head?"
Two unexpected lines followed by being freed from a trap that should've made Chuuya rage, though to a lesser degree once he slept off the exhaustion. Yet there was none of that here, an outright dismissal followed by an open expression of concern.
No physical damage would've been transferred over once the victim had exited Poe's novel. Was the story itself that touching to overturn the rage Chuuya nursed for four years?
No, that wasn't possible. Moreover, the mystery's events wouldn't have taken that long. The one before him was either Chuuya himself, when Dazai knew his ex-partner's body language and speech patterns well, or it was a very, very skilled impostor.
Dazai poked the other's cheek. Nope, not disappearing. No change. Not an ability.]
Still better than yours.
[He remained standing by the open doorway, stuffing down that bit of reservation welling in his chest. Whatever this was, he could be patient. Bide his time until he got the full story. Maybe check in with Ranpo on if there were any characters of note. That world might have been fictional, but Chuuya was the sentimental sort.]
So what do I owe the displeasure of your company? Clearly you're over having to fight your way out of that trap, and it seems you've miraculously forgiven everyone involved, to boot. Perhaps I shall pass on the good news to Ranpo-san., in case he wants to undergo another challenge and involve you with it.