Drug dealer just sounds so sordid! Not that we even have those, back where I'm from. The Archbishop herself supplies students with relaxing herbs, if they need it. But I'll be there shortly. Don't get too lonely without me!
[ That's something that Claude has only just now encountered, something of an oddity; people here seem to regard herbs of all kinds with a far different lens than Claude himself, who grew up in streets where hashish lounges were aplenty, and running them was a very respectable career indeed.
Much like running a bar, which is where he finds himself shortly, prancing in with confident merriment. ]
(if he's truly coming, there's no need to reply, is there? he will say, he likes the attitude. it's after hours, and well, dazai does what he wants! the door is only open due to a special visitor, after all.
so, from a booth, his bandaged arm comes out in waving.)
Oooo-hooo, hello, sweetheart! Are you the one I'm looking for?
I really don't see why you're so attached to that terminology. You know, where I'm from, hashish shops are common -- and state funded, at that! I don't see why others seem to think it so different from a goblet of wine in the evening.
[ He slides into the booth though, sounding unbothered despite his words, and opens up his satchel. From it, he takes out some of the hashish in question, wrapped tightly in paper and twine, as well as Ashgawanda and Valerian, one at a time. ]
Here's some of what I found. To produce it on a larger scale will take some time, but I've at least harvested some seeds to bring to fruition.
Ah, maybe instead of going home, I'd like to go with you! It sounds like a rather nice place for me!
(it's so easy to prepare it, almost automatically cutting, rolling, and the first puff he gives-- there's a moment of appreciation for the taste, hold, one, two, release through his nose. he'll pass it, of course, as manners go.)
Ah, that's fine! If you blend with tobacco, you can make it last a little longer. What is your price, dark, tall, handsome?
Well, that depends. [ Claude leans forward with a wink, resting his chin on the heel of his hand. Honestly, he's a little taken aback by all of this. He's usually the one who's doing all of the baseless flirting while others blush and duck and run off -- being flirted with by anyone who doesn't want him for his status is definitely new.
Unless it's his status as being able to provide him with inexpensive goods, but Claude has a funny feeling that anyone capable of running an establishment like this isn't running low on entertainment money. He takes the joint himself, accepting a slow drag, then passes it back. ]
You can pay me in cash, or you can pay me in a favour. This is a bartering town, after all.
(a man after his own heart. asking for a favor, flirting, and smoking with him? dazai feels so at home. truth be told, it'd be something he'd likely do, albeit in different ways. create a situation, a sense of urgency and need, and solve it to get a specific thing. he remembers last time he had a little favor going, and it feels like such a long time ago. tampering with airbags, creating a car accident, and having his co-worker heal in return of freedom for another.
it's more effective that way, sir.
but of course, he won't give out secrets of the trade. instead, the stick is once more taken to his lips, a drag that fills his lungs and escapes him as he comes closer to the other, perhaps too close, a hand gently resting on that sharp jaw to align the other's face with his own, inches away.)
[ Wait, Dazai doesn't mean... no, he couldn't. His eyes dart from Dazai's hand curved around his chin back to Dazai's expression, filled with intent, and realizes suddenly that he's been put in the very spot he always puts others in. In truth, Claude often flirts without intention to get his way, and has had very little in the way of... relations. How could he? He couldn't trust anyone in his bedchambers, and besides, he had no time. To be propositioned here is a surprise.
Especially as a trade. He feels a flush rising to flood his cheeks, unbidden. ]
Oh, uh... that was not quite the trade I had in mind. [ He doesn't remove Dazai's hand, though. ] That's not the sort of thing I use as a bargaining chip. Not unless I'm fixing to charm someone out of their wits, anyway!
Ooops, I may have misunderstood you! It's your loss! I can assure you that it will be much better than any favor you might ask of me, but alright!
(dazai doesn't share the same redness to his cheeks. these exchanges are as natural to him as his lungs pulling in air, but he's allowing for grace. distancing should bring him back to comfort, right?)
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Date: 2023-11-17 11:12 pm (UTC)[ That's something that Claude has only just now encountered, something of an oddity; people here seem to regard herbs of all kinds with a far different lens than Claude himself, who grew up in streets where hashish lounges were aplenty, and running them was a very respectable career indeed.
Much like running a bar, which is where he finds himself shortly, prancing in with confident merriment. ]
Hello, hello, anyone home?
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Date: 2023-11-20 01:14 am (UTC)so, from a booth, his bandaged arm comes out in waving.)
Oooo-hooo, hello, sweetheart! Are you the one I'm looking for?
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Date: 2023-11-28 08:46 am (UTC)I don't know, darling, do you like them tall, dark and handsome? If so, you're in luck.
[ He gives a showy bow as he rounds the corner and spots the fellow waiting for him. ]
Claude von Riegan, local apothecarist at your service! I hope you'll make this home visit worth my while.
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Date: 2023-11-28 03:08 pm (UTC)(apothecarist his ass, please, claude. but the smile, as his hands join in happiness under his chin, almost like a prayer.)
Ah, likewise!! Let me see what you've got!
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Date: 2023-12-02 08:03 am (UTC)[ He slides into the booth though, sounding unbothered despite his words, and opens up his satchel. From it, he takes out some of the hashish in question, wrapped tightly in paper and twine, as well as Ashgawanda and Valerian, one at a time. ]
Here's some of what I found. To produce it on a larger scale will take some time, but I've at least harvested some seeds to bring to fruition.
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Date: 2023-12-03 12:31 am (UTC)(it's so easy to prepare it, almost automatically cutting, rolling, and the first puff he gives-- there's a moment of appreciation for the taste, hold, one, two, release through his nose. he'll pass it, of course, as manners go.)
Ah, that's fine! If you blend with tobacco, you can make it last a little longer. What is your price, dark, tall, handsome?
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Date: 2023-12-04 03:08 am (UTC)Unless it's his status as being able to provide him with inexpensive goods, but Claude has a funny feeling that anyone capable of running an establishment like this isn't running low on entertainment money. He takes the joint himself, accepting a slow drag, then passes it back. ]
You can pay me in cash, or you can pay me in a favour. This is a bartering town, after all.
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:27 pm (UTC)it's more effective that way, sir.
but of course, he won't give out secrets of the trade. instead, the stick is once more taken to his lips, a drag that fills his lungs and escapes him as he comes closer to the other, perhaps too close, a hand gently resting on that sharp jaw to align the other's face with his own, inches away.)
A favor? That's easy, mister dark and handsome.
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Date: 2023-12-17 04:22 am (UTC)[ Wait, Dazai doesn't mean... no, he couldn't. His eyes dart from Dazai's hand curved around his chin back to Dazai's expression, filled with intent, and realizes suddenly that he's been put in the very spot he always puts others in. In truth, Claude often flirts without intention to get his way, and has had very little in the way of... relations. How could he? He couldn't trust anyone in his bedchambers, and besides, he had no time. To be propositioned here is a surprise.
Especially as a trade. He feels a flush rising to flood his cheeks, unbidden. ]
Oh, uh... that was not quite the trade I had in mind. [ He doesn't remove Dazai's hand, though. ] That's not the sort of thing I use as a bargaining chip. Not unless I'm fixing to charm someone out of their wits, anyway!
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Date: 2023-12-18 12:34 am (UTC)(dazai doesn't share the same redness to his cheeks. these exchanges are as natural to him as his lungs pulling in air, but he's allowing for grace. distancing should bring him back to comfort, right?)