They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

bonding time PT 3

(bonding time was supposed to last two part but somehow got stretched further)

"tu vois quelque chose que tu aimes ?"
'do you see something that you like'
As soon as he said those words She turned instantly towards him, he hadn't realised he had spoken in french, see what happens when you think of something!

"Why are you speaking french? And, yes I would like to go to that stall... I understand french, but that was random!"

Sigh,so she knows french, Italian, English and little Japanese, he adjusted his hold on her

"So, what stand did you want to go to?"

She pointed to a nearby stand that was seeling meat sticks.
'I have a feeling her taste are going to be ever more picky than Dazai, given, he only eats caned crabs'

"Ew, he only eats that?"

Ah, he forgot about that part

"Yes, and it's disgusting, how many do you want?" He searched for his wallet

"Eight" Chuuya raised an eyebrow unimpressed, that many?
"You know there are a dozen different stands right?"
She sighed
"This is the only one with something I wouldn't think of vomiting after eating"

Picky

As he handed some cash to the vendor, he started to take in some of her manierisms, people may assume he was dumb since Dazai took every opportunity to slander his intelligence, something that had come in handy (don't tell him i said that) since people started to underestimated his wit

People had a tendency at making remarks where they through he wouldn't understand, but he was still a Mafia executive he wasn't all brawl and no brain, people seemed to forget that.

The vendor handed Shion her eight sticks which she immediately started devouring

"Come on, let's sit down"
He put a hand on her shoulder, not missing how she flinched at the contact, he guided her towards some benches, he looked around serching for a free one, seeing none he walked closer to one were a couple was sitting, the two upon spotting him got up immediately leaving the bench to them.

He smirked, being a criminal may be considered socially bad, but damn did it come with privileges

He sat down resting his arms on the back of the bench, making sure one part of his arm was touching Shion in case he had to activate his ability to move her to safety, his eyes scanned the crowd on autopilot, he hadn't realised they had been sitting in silence untill Shion said

"I finished" he looke at the eaten sticks

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes, how on earth did you finish so fast!?"
He cringed inwardly at his words realising why she had eaten so quickly

"It was good and I was hungry, but I'm certainly full" she made a contempt face, at least she was satisfied

"Here" he handed her a napkin she took it with a small bow, oh? So he wasn't the only one observing manierisms...

"Let's get you some clothes that actually fit you"

He got up holding out his arm for her, the moment she started taking his arm again he saw someone in the crowd still, it was for a second, but someone had been paying attention to their interaction enough to find odd his behaviour.

Turning to Shion, he began using the corner of his eye to spot the individual, friend or foe didn't matter, he asked Shion something about the food, she replied in kind, noticing his unease, but not understanding why, that's when an idea popped in his mind, he willingly formed a coherent through, and not the mush that usually make up thoughs, he tapped his temple