❝Am I now? I was just being a decent person.❞ he declared, looking ahead again. ❝what is it that brings you out here anyway?❞ queried the writer.

❝I don’t believe that for a moment.❞ he said, turning toward the worn dirt pathway. Walking alongside her, he fell quiet, as he was prone to.

Stretching his limbs, he carefully settled down and looked over at Roko. ❝Would you like to accompany me? ❞ he inquired, running his slender fingers through his raven hair.

A sigh. Swinging it again, he puts some more gusto in hopes it would be good enough for his wish.

Setting down his cigarette, he clumsily picked up the sword. he admired the work briefly before swinging it in Ares’s direction.

❝A shame. I was going to ask you to smite me. ❞ He reaches into his pocket and removed a pack of cigarettes and some matches. Pressing one between his lips, he offered Ares one as well.

@warmongering.bsky.social ❝Excuse me, angry looking man. Could I ask a favor of you? ❞

“Hehe… I’ll find another place to sleep, there are no worries.” He said, stepping out of the coffin with a stretch.

“Aren’t we bonding a little?” He snickered, slowly climbing from the coffin. “Shall we look for town together?” The writer asked.

“Ahh… Don’t feel sad for my situation. Everyone is different, are they not?” He quizzed, a small smile on his lips while resting his elbow on the side.

“This world holds nothing for me. I prefer the idea of leaving it all behind in exchange for eternal peace.” He said, slumping against the coffin.

“The sooner death comes for me the better.” He laughs, putting out the cigarette after burning through it.

“Fatigue plagues me, I fear. Besides, it allows me to feel closer to death.” He explained, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

“There’s no apology required. I myself am quite lost, but I found this comfortable looking coffin.” Said the brunette, patting the side of the wooden box fondly before his gaze found her once more. “I hear town is near to here.”

“Hehe… Have my works become popular enough for that? That’s an unexpected turn of events.” He chuckled to himself, lifting his tired gaze to Roko again. “What brings you out this way?” He inquired from his place in the coffin.

A soft chuckle left him, flicking the fire until it died. Pinching the cigarette between his fingers, he pulled it from his lips in an exhale. “Perhaps you have. I have written titles like ‘No Longer Human’ and ‘The Setting Sun’…” he lists off a couple of his most popular books.

“The pleasure is mine, Miss Roko. I suppose it is a bizarre title for a writer.” He says, digging into his pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and some matches. Flicking a match, he touched the flame to the end. “I don’t believe there is much to be learned from me.” He sighs some smoke.

Taking her hand, he gently shakes before returning to resting his palm against his knee. “People often refer to me as ‘sensei’.” He clarified what his title was for most others.

Sitting up, he rests his deathly pale hands in his lap, gazing through obsidian optics. “I see… I will address you as such then.” He manages a small smile.

“Hehe… For the likes of me it is.” Suddenly, the lid slid open enough for him to peer at her. “I don’t believe I have crossed your path before, lady with the crimson hair.”

/: I’ll have to update my pinned since it is by no means obvious that Dazai is from an Isekai 🥲

/: hehe haha

“If I can feel closer to death by napping in a coffin, I see it as a win win situation.” He says, sliding the top over himself.

He’s found a comfortable looking coffin to rest in. Check in later.

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/: Y’all. I just migrated from Twitter and this is so much nicer???