[ Atsushi stiffens from the hand that is placed on his shoulder. His first instinct tells him to shrink away, afraid he had done something wrong again. His body can't help but react that way to human contact.
But he steels himself, unwilling to offend his superior, which was more of a death sentence to him.
So when Dazai merely holds that hand in place and encourages Atsushi, it leaves the Weretiger boy deeply confused, like a scared animal. Even if this was Dazai-san, his boss whom he yearns for praise from— like many adults he knew, his superior would never acknowledge him in this gentle manner.
He was just a monstrous man-eating tiger after all, unworthy of being a human being.
Trembling slightly, Atsushi pulls the other's hand away and shook his head. ]
"... Dazai-san. You shouldn't dirty your hand like this. I am no more than a beast for the Port Mafia to use."
[Then he shall tune his words to the right sharpness - a dangerous lilt to his voice, a sinister beat of amusement. As if Atsushi has done something wrong, a kind of teasing engrained with teeth.
(He would like to mean it as a joke, really, but neither of them are properly prepared for such a mundane thing.)
If he has to manipulate Atsushi into accepting kindness once more, then so be it.]
Are you telling the Boss of the Port Mafia what to do, now?
[ The Weretiger immediately releases Dazai's wrist, shaking his head again. He lowers his gaze to the ground, his body still visibly shaking from fear.
White Reaper or not, under his guise of a beast was just a timid, weak stray, unsure if he was allowed to take even a morsel of food in front of him.
Too afraid that if he would think of himself as a better person, he would be dragged down to hell in his nightmares and see that man he murdered with his own claws.
Shit, he needed to keep himself together in front of Dazai. ]
"I apologize for offending you. Praise from you is just... unusual, sir."
[Indeed, this Atsushi is but a stray - even moreso than the young tiger he has met by the riverbank. At least that Atsushi wasn't scared of kindness or gratitude. But fear is but a hindrance in the Port Mafia: one must perform all of their duties regardless of their personal feelings. Such is their oath, and their methodology. Atsushi should learn to be able to move in spite of that fear.]
I only say what I mean. If I am praising you, then you would have deserved it.
[So Atsushi will be fine - or he will drown in his own nightmares.
Dazai begins walking forward, with a presence that demands he be followed. He looks back only once, a coy smile upon his face.]
Follow me, Atsushi-kun. We should grab something to eat.
[ It was always a challenge to discern from reading Dazai's expression, but for a fleeting moment, the stray boy felt as he glimpsed at an entirely different person. It was unsettling, but he could be imagining it.
He stood there awkwardly as he observed Dazai's back, before he realized Dazai was walking ahead of him and almost stumbling, he catches up keep the pace. ]
Do you know where to go from here, Dazai-san? Come to think of it... Where are we?
[And that laughter is so strangely genuine Dazai is sure the him who became the Boss would never have been able to make that sound, but he can't help it - this situation has because frankly so absurd that he can't even begin to figure out how they ended up in here!]
All we're sure is that someone is skilled enough to take us unawares, place us in this situation, and somehow contain us all within this large city. Isn't that enough to make you wanna explore, Atsushi-kun?
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But he steels himself, unwilling to offend his superior, which was more of a death sentence to him.
So when Dazai merely holds that hand in place and encourages Atsushi, it leaves the Weretiger boy deeply confused, like a scared animal. Even if this was Dazai-san, his boss whom he yearns for praise from— like many adults he knew, his superior would never acknowledge him in this gentle manner.
He was just a monstrous man-eating tiger after all, unworthy of being a human being.Trembling slightly, Atsushi pulls the other's hand away and shook his head. ]
"... Dazai-san. You shouldn't dirty your hand like this. I am no more than a beast for the Port Mafia to use."
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Oh?
[Then he shall tune his words to the right sharpness - a dangerous lilt to his voice, a sinister beat of amusement. As if Atsushi has done something wrong, a kind of teasing engrained with teeth.
(He would like to mean it as a joke, really, but neither of them are properly prepared for such a mundane thing.)
If he has to manipulate Atsushi into accepting kindness once more, then so be it.]
Are you telling the Boss of the Port Mafia what to do, now?
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[ The Weretiger immediately releases Dazai's wrist, shaking his head again. He lowers his gaze to the ground, his body still visibly shaking from fear.
White Reaper or not, under his guise of a beast was just a timid, weak stray, unsure if he was allowed to take even a morsel of food in front of him.
Too afraid that if he would think of himself as a better person, he would be dragged down to hell in his nightmares and see that man he murdered with his own claws.
Shit, he needed to keep himself together in front of Dazai. ]
"I apologize for offending you. Praise from you is just... unusual, sir."
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I only say what I mean. If I am praising you, then you would have deserved it.
[So Atsushi will be fine - or he will drown in his own nightmares.
Dazai begins walking forward, with a presence that demands he be followed. He looks back only once, a coy smile upon his face.]
Follow me, Atsushi-kun. We should grab something to eat.
🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍
He stood there awkwardly as he observed Dazai's back, before he realized Dazai was walking ahead of him and almost stumbling, he catches up keep the pace. ]
Do you know where to go from here, Dazai-san? Come to think of it... Where are we?
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[And that laughter is so strangely genuine Dazai is sure the him who became the Boss would never have been able to make that sound, but he can't help it - this situation has because frankly so absurd that he can't even begin to figure out how they ended up in here!]
All we're sure is that someone is skilled enough to take us unawares, place us in this situation, and somehow contain us all within this large city. Isn't that enough to make you wanna explore, Atsushi-kun?