(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: 2023-12-10 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?)