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proficience) wrote in
middaeg2019-08-10 10:58 am
You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]
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.
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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[ 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.
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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.