How long do you plan on dancing?" Sigma asked as Dazai continued to twirl him around like a rag doll.
"Whyyy~?" Dazai asked in the same eerily cheerful tone he had been using the whole time he was interacting with the pastel colored man. "Is there something you'd rather do?"
"Ah well..." Sigma said, clearly annoyed. "I could think of a few things, mainly sitting down."
"That's not what I was thinking." Dazai stopped. "But I guess I can let you rest now." He finally stopped dancing.
Sigma let out a sigh of relief and sat on the metallic floor trying to catch his breath. Then it occurred to him... "Wait what exactly did you have in mind?" He regretted saying the words as soon as they left his mouth.
Dazai smirked and sat down on the floor next to him.
"Do you really wanna knowww~?"
Sigma rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, blushing a bit. "Come to think of it, I don't think I wanna know what's on your mind."
"Ah well." The ex mafioso crossed his arms behind his head and leaned against the wall. "Let's just say: I'm fresh out of my prison cell.You know what they say about a man who's been imprisoned..."
Sigma gulped.
"I-I guess it's a good thing I am a man too then... it's not like y-you'd want anything like that with me."
"I already told you, I liiiike you~!" Dazai leaned close to the thin man whose face was now pretty flushed.
"You can't be serious." Sigma said nervously, batting his long eyelashes.
"Oh, I'm dead serious." Dazai smiled (sorry manga readers). "I'd never lie about something like that. And... I wouldn't dance with just anyone, only hotties."
The words coming from the brunette's thin lips were making the casino manager instantly feel confused.
It was the same sort of feeling he felt when Nikolai would compliment him... . However, when Dazai said it, it seemed far less sinister for some reason.
"W-Well we should probably get moving."
Sigma stood up.
"Woa!"
He instantly lost his balance and fell backwards. Unfortunately he panicked as he fell, which just caused him to lose his balance even more.
Sigma fell in a heap onto Dazai lap.
"Oof."
"Weak ankles, huh?" Dazai let out a grunt from impact. "Or maybe it's these heels you wear to look taller..." He grabbed Sigma's left ankle and held it up.
"S-Stop!" Embarrassed, Sigma attempted to crawl off his lap.
"In a minute." Dazai wrapped his arms around Sigma, hugging him from behind. "Hmmm... you smell nice. Like vanilla cookies..."
Sigma's entire face was bright red.
"Okay, okay." Dazai released him. "I won't hold you hostageee."
Sigma stared at the ground for a moment. His heart was racing.
He slowly turned to look at Dazai.
His pink-silver colored eyes met Dazai's coffee colored eyes.
Thinking about it logically: Dazai had been a prisoner for more than a few days. He probably hadn't showered or even brushed his teeth. He was still wearing his white prison outfit and didn't even have any shoes or socks on. There is absolutely no reason for Sigma to be attracted to this man at this moment.
Yet...
"Whatcha looking at?" Dazai raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." Sigma crawled off his lap.
