[Dazai is fatigued. Fatigued not by travel, and not by seasickness, but by his constant changes toward becoming a fully fledged vampire.
He looks more gaunt than he had when he'd last met Everett, which may come as a surprise. He also can't really keep his eyes open for longer than a minute at a time, so --
He's a mess, to say the least.]
Tea? [He frowns.] That will taste terrible. Not -- not an insult toward you, but I can't drink anything but blood.
[He sticks out his tongue and groans quite dramatically, opting to plop down on top of a barrel.]
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He looks more gaunt than he had when he'd last met Everett, which may come as a surprise. He also can't really keep his eyes open for longer than a minute at a time, so --
He's a mess, to say the least.]
Tea? [He frowns.] That will taste terrible. Not -- not an insult toward you, but I can't drink anything but blood.
[He sticks out his tongue and groans quite dramatically, opting to plop down on top of a barrel.]