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shopping district business building
δΊι || fifth floor
εε12ζ30ε || 12:30 pm
shopping district business building
δΊι || fifth floor
εε12ζ30ε || 12:30 pm
_It is 12:30 in the afternoon on a Monday. The fifth floor of the building is bustling with energy as per usual, though they have yet to receive any customers. Mondays are usually slow, anywaysβthey have no choice but to wait for some excitement to really happen. The inhabitants of said office may be doing whatever it is they do while waiting. Unbeknownst to them, it would not be long until they received a job from downstairs, the messengers a bandaged brunet and his pale-haired, nervous sidekick at his side. Their visitors make their way up the stairs, the taller's hand gliding up the railway as though he were an elegant man (which he is not), and the younger's eyes flitting back and forth, from the stairs to his mentor. It isn't until the two of them reach the door of the fifth floor's office that the pale-haired teen looks down and scuffs his shoe against the floor, then looking up at his companion sheepishly.
_βDazai-san... isn't this our job?β
Featuring:
Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi
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Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi
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After all this, to think she had forgotten to make some for herself.
There's a knock, then, and the blonde raises her head and eyes toward the door. She looks behind her at her coworkers before he bounces up, smiling brightly. βOh! I'll get that, then. I suppose it could be a customer. Be at your best!β She skips merrily to the door and straightens out the skirt of her dress, that's pastel pink and light brown in color with designs on the very tip of the skirt, before she opens the door. She bows respectfully as she greets their customer.
βIrasshaimase! Welcome to Odd Jobs Yokohama, where any and all jobs can beββ For the first time, she gets a good look at their companyβa tall, messy-haired brunet with bandages wrapped tightly around his wrists and neck, and next to him, a shorter male with asymmetric hair and a belt that rather looks like a tail. She straightens up, eyes widening slightly. βAh, it's Dazai-san from downstairs. I... was not expecting it to be you, Dazai-san.β
The anxiety she surely feels around those affiliated with the Armed Detective Agency is apparent, as they could turn on them at any moment. She steps aside to let him in, and Dazai reaches out to pat her head.
βAh, Mary-chanβright? You're looking as lovely as ever! Sort of like a doll. If you ever feel like taking up my offer for tea on the first floorβor commiting lover's suicide with yours trulyβmy offer hasn't expired.β With that comment, he brushes past her and further into the room, coat tail swishing behind him. His protege, Atsushi, ducks his head in apology for his mentor's... odd behavior.
Uwaa... lover's suicide, huh? Dazai-san is always saying weird things...
Featuring:
Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi
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Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi
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Dazai laughs and procures a folder from his coat, setting it on the table. βI'm a lover of all women, Shuuji-san, and the search for my ideal suicide mate never ceases.β He taps the folder on Shuuji's desk, a smile on his face. βYou might want to read what's in here, but the gist of it, is that The Guild and a few other organizations is searching for a girl who's locked herself up in her house. She's an ability user, as you might have already guessed. She has a very, very useful ability, and we'd like to keep watch on her.β He points with his index finger, his thumb extended, and gives Shuuji a wink. βThat's where you all come in! You could keep her here, and she'd even get work out of it. What do you say?β
Shuuji scoffs and slides the folder closer to him, opening it and checking the contents. Emily Dickinson, huh? Another foreigner... He looks back up to Dazai, then to Atsushi (who still looks nervous), and back to Dazai. βLet me guess. The second she opened the door and saw your face, she slammed it shut. This is your job, isn't it, you lazy bastard?β
Dazai laughs a congenial laugh and steps away from the desk, then turns in a flourish and starts to walk toward the door again. Atsushi ducks his head apologetically to Shuuji, looking as if he'd burst into tears at any moment. For someone like Atsushi, ditching a job must be horifically awkward. Atsushi, being given a second chance at the Armed Detective Agency, just happened to be mentored by the laziest member of the entire staff. Shuuji can't help but feel sorry for the boy, and he pities him a bit when he speaks up. βI...It was our job, Terayama-san. I apologize for passing it off to you, but... Dazai-san said...β
Shuuji sits back in his chair and looks away from Atsushi, dismissing him with a wave an a small 'eh' noise. Atsushi, thankful for the (apparent) forgiveness, turns and trots after Dazai. When Dazai says his goodbyes to the staff (and especially Mary and Stephanie), the door closes. There's silence for a moment before Shuuji takes a look around.
βSo? Which one of you wants to take this? Or should we all go? It could get dangerous if she's another ability user being hunted by more ability users, and there's strength in numbers. What do you say, Victor-kun?β