You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

[proficience]

Who: Osamu Dazai proficience & various.
When: First half of August
Where: In spooky, infected areas of the land and other places.
What: Wilder Training and continuations from the intro log.
Warnings: NSFW, smut in at least one thread.

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[clothes]

[ NOPE NOT LISTENING-- ]

The possibility I am an extinct form of super-canine is there as well. Have you heard of the Megalodon, Dazai-san? It was a massive, prehistoric shark from the Miocene era. If there is a canine equivalent to such a creature, that must be what I am.

[ akutagawa nods. yup. he's a super ultra mega dog-shark. makes sense. ]

That said-- what do you mean, you won't be able to eat anything? I suppose that's consistent with vampire lore... Will you be practicing drinking blood during this expedition?

[proficience]

...

[He blinks and looks away, trying very, very hard not to laugh. A dog-shark is ridiculous. Ridiculous and impractical.]

I was told that I could practice feeding if I need to, but seeing as how I've done it once before, I should be fine.

[He only wants to feed from his former protege if he's desperate. No need to make Akutagawa believe he's really useful, or something.]

I feel fine right now, in fact. Not tired at all! [The slight bags under his eyes say otherwise.]

[clothes]

[ WAIT WHAT. ]

You've fed before?! From who?! You should have alerted me if you needed sustenance, Dazai-san! I would have been more than happy to help you!

[ not really, akutagawa is working like 3 jobs and has no time for anything anymore, But Still.

...and yeah, dazai looks ready to drop dead. akutagawa doesn't hide his dubious expression. ]

Are you certain?

[proficience]

Odasaku. [He says as nonchalantly as possible, almost dismissively, even. He waves his hand and starts to stand up again, stretching his legs and trying to hide the fact that he's swaying a little.

He's a liar when it comes to his health. He's weak, thanks to not having had blood in some time, but he won't admit to it. Especially not to Akutagawa.]

I'm fine. Certainly. [Taking in a deep breath:] Is the allotted lunch time over, yet? [He's stubborn about moving on and continuing his lessons.]

[clothes]

That man... Tch.

[ akutagawa leaves it at that. leave it to fuckass oda-san to steal dazai's attention from him...AGAIN... goddamnit! akutagawa visibly gnashes his teeth, looking just like a petulant puppy. (dun dun dunnnn.........)

and yeah, while dazai is normally the best liar there is, right now even akutagawa can tell the other man is not only full of shit, but definitely on death's door, or something like it. ]

I don't believe you. Dazai-san, I insist you rest, or at the very least sit down for awhile. Our break won't be over for some time. You would do well not to strain yourself until then.

[ akutagawa looks around, doing his best to conceal the fact he's sniffing the air. apparently fighting the transformation and the instincts that come with it can make the whole thing rather painful, so as much as he !!!hates!!! this turn of events, akutagawa is slowly coming to accept his being a sharkwolf-badgerlord, or whatever the shit he's supposed to be. ]

Perhaps you should eat something. There is meat, if you so desire. The protein might do you good.

[proficience]

[That man is Dazai's closest friend, and one of the reasons why he's not nearly so keen to try and drown in the nearest river. But --

He won't say anything of the sort to his former protege. There's absolutely no need for him to go on about his past, or his feelings, or his motivations for doing anything. He's just using Akutagawa for his own selfish needs, honestly. A tool doesn't need to become close to its wielder.]

I can sit.

[He moves to sit back down, stubborn enough not to lay down but intelligent enough not to keep on standing. He glances toward the other man and does wonder for a moment if he's sniffing the air.]

Practicing for your future form?

[Letting out a chuckle, he shakes his head. Meat doesn't sound appealing right now.]

Not in the mood for meat. [Unless...] Unless you can find it served incredibly rare.