Dazai steps out of the bulding's instense air to the fresh cold air of Russia at the top of the building. He takes one of his cigaretts he stole from Mori —becouse he says it would bring him and painfull death and also ruin his fine face— with the lightee of lupin that Odasaku gave him. He walks to the railing to smoke the cigar as he looks over to the view of the snow covered calm city, very diffrent from Yokohoma. Dazai feels diffrent whenever he travels aboard with Mori for this mob meetings. Nothing is familiar, nothing is his or has any print of him. So he enjoys taking whatever is not his, like Odasaku's shirt he is wearing right now with Mori's not the useal but thicker coat he gave him to cover his thin body or the gorgous blue gem earing Kōyō gave him that reminds him of Odasukus eyes but a lighter —basicly Chuuya but not that Dazai likes to admit that— so he stucks the lock of hair behind his ear to show the earing more, —which did not work well at seeing the stares the Russian mob members shoot at him, a young bıy next to a grown man, while Mori was his boss, Dazai was bitching and acting like a... twink in there was drawing every stranger crazy. Which was very funny to Dazai— Mori says it makes the red in hs eyes shine more, and in the end reminds him more of his youngerself.Bassicly Dazai likes diffrence when he is outside. Not when he is at home. And sometimes home isnt just about the place but home is home with the decorations, the people. So Dazai is half-lucky when he isnt home and a stranger approcuses him.
"You look cold."
The blonde stranger states out. Dazai glances towards the older man, a soft welcoming smile on his dry lips, his dark red-purple eyes are not matching with his light blonde straight hair that comes down to his shoulders, but his hair matchs the deadly pale light yellow-white skin he wears on with an white turning to grey ushuka. Dazai reconizes him, even tho he is an stranger, he is an seen stranger. Dazai saw him back at the meeting with the other bussiness mans, his eyes mostly exposing him out the crowd and yelling at Dazai that he is an ability user.
"Physically or mentaly?" Dazai mocks with an smirk, he just really wishes that this young man didnt come here becouse he looked and acted —kinda— slutty back at the metting to annoy the serious Russian mob members that swear from fresh out the womb that they would nevever smile, unlike the man before him becouse his smiles does not seems fake.
"Physically, ofcourse." The blonde one smiles wider and amusedly but his eyes still dont carry any secret bussiness or desire but rather shyness almost which is wierd. Which makes this akward man a little amusing." Your ears are all red and sometimes your body would suddenly shake for a second back in the meeting, i asume from the cold."
"And you are here to tease me for it, or rather blackmail? Somehow?"
"Ofcourse not. I shall just came here to appraite your performance back at the meeting, i do agree with your terms and i shall convice my team to make bussiness with your boss, you shall not worry."
Dazai raises an eyebrow, his mind keeps mentaly checking his body languge for anything suspcous but he doesnt not find one. Which is even more suspicous. "I shall trust you for now, stranger. But if you really liked my performence, you questioned me just atleast little to know my name right, you sound pretty un-profeccinal with that 'you' adressing while i do not know a thing about you? You didnt just follow me back here like an creep?"
A rush of a little suprise and emberestment washs over at his face as the bolnde one strachs his neck nervously as he nods a little and smiles nervously. "Isnt that a little extra..? I toughed you were cool." Dazai cant help but chuckle quite amusedly at the others disappointment an emberestment.
Dazai trows a gentle but firm hand on the older's shoulder to assure him while he keeps his amused grin on his lips. "Im just messing with you, Mr...?"
"Mr. Dostovasky. My name Miheal Dostovasky." Miheal unconciously titls his head down a little that shows Miheal just lied for the first time since their intrection. Huh. Maybe the secret was that acually a Miss rather then Mr. Who knows? But in everycase, very suspicous.
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Teen FictionWhen your all lonely, wanting by a major mafia that you spend your 6 years in enough to know how strong they are, Port of Mafia is, or to know how far would Mori-san go for him back. So when i suppose you dont have much choice. So does Dazai. Forced...