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[petrifying]

Name: Emil
Date: Aguril 2nd
Format: Voice to Text...yeah. :')

hello HELLO helloOOH is this workinggg???
Maybe???
Eyee hope so I can't fix my mistakes soooo
HI!!!!! I'm Emil! I was told that if I want to write a letter to every won that I have to talk at this
Magic device
Thing
Pretty cool!!! If it works since I'm no good at typing things
It's hard to type when you cant sea anything hahaha
If YOU can see this please reply let's be friends! Even if you are grumpy I'll be your friend

Bye bye!!

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[petrifying]

<sub>[As Emil finds himself seated he waits patiently as Dazai goes off to order, swinging his feet absentmindedly. Honestly? This is pretty exciting and even if Dazai says he's not amazing he'll have a hard time convincing Emil of that. The fact alone that he's being so nice to him and expecting nothing in return...that's amazing in of itself, isn't it? People feared him and rightly so but so far most he's come across haven't been bothered by his affliction, active or otherwise. He appreciates it, a lot. It means more to him than Dazai can probably realize.

When he's joined again by his imprompteau company there's a smile again on Emil's face as he nods, folding his hands neatly atop the table. He almost seems like a doll, what with how proper he holds himself and how petite and fair he is. Fragile even, as if he could easily break. Even if Emil knows how he's perceived by others (weak, a burden) he's glad when he can be treated just like anyone else.

And speaking of being treated...]</sub>

Mm! I can wait. I'm pretty good at that.

_{[He's got the patience of a saint, but being alive for over a millennia will do that to you.]}

Hey Dazai? You said you accomplished a lot back home...what did you do? I mean, if it's okay for you to tell me. I'd really like to know.

[proficience]

[While Emil really reminds Dazai of Atsushi, there are a few notable differences between the two of them. Namely, Atsushi isn't nearly so proper. He recalls when they'd first met and Atsushi had eaten thirty bowls of chazuke. That wasn't proper in the least! Not that Dazai minded, especially since the response to all of that food being consumed was an angry Kunikida, but --

Emil is clearly a proper sort of lad. Which is interesting and somewhat refreshing. In a way, he almost reminds the detective of Kunikida, too. At least Emil likes Dazai, though.]

I did a lot of things. Most recently, I was a detective! One of my most notable cases was when I found and caught a tiger. [Is he going to embellish this story some? Yes.

But not until he retrieves those drinks that he hears are ready.]

One second!

[He takes about that much time to rush over to the counter, grab the drinks, and rush right back to the table. He sets the pumpkin latte in front of his new friend, and then pulls a chair back to sit in.]

Alright. Back to that case. My partner, Kunikida-kun -- he's a very strict man, so it may be a good thing that he isn't here -- he and I were assigned to find a tiger. A were-tiger. Do you know what a werewolf is?

[petrifying]

<sub>[It doesn't take long for Emil to become completely enraptured by the words falling from Dazai's lips. A detective? He had to find and catch a tiger? The delight and excitement is visible as Emil sits across from his company, leaning in eagerly to hear more. And oh does he want to hear more. There are so many things he's always wanted to experience and see - living through stories and tales, through the words of others, have really been the only way for him to accomplish that.

So naturally, Dazai being a detective hunting a tiger is pretty damn cool.]</sub>

Oh wow-

<sub>[But he's cut short as Dazai disappears quickly, only to return with their drinks. The sound of it being set before him on the table makes it easy for Emil to find, a dainty hand reaching out to gingerly ghost against the side of the mug. It's warm and that makes him smile as he a finger traces along the rim before his other hand joins its partner to hold it for a moment as he continues to listen.

Dazai isn't wrong that Emil's got a certain properness to him. In all honesty, he wouldn't be able to answer where it comes from. Sure, he had lived centuries as the master of his manor under the watchful eye of his butler, but the whole set up had been a sham. There was nothing rich or regal about him to warrant such treatment; most of his life had been a lie, in fact. Only recently had the full truth about his origins come back to him. In reality he was an orphan, a test subject that had been contained at a facility along with his twin sister after the death of their parents. There had been so many things he had forgotten, so many memories that had been buried...now that he's been given the chance to make new memories and new connections he's desperate to make a good impression.

He's always been timid and pleasant, but politeness too is key.]</sub>

A werewolf? Of course I do! _{[He still hasn't taken a sip of his drink yet, despite how good it smells. He's just far too wrapped up in Dazai's story.]} Wait...are you saying your tiger was the same? A person who turns into a tiger under the full moon?

[proficience]

[Even though he should know better, given his past experiences with hot foods and beverages, Dazai still takes a sip from his own mug as soon as he sits in his chair, immediately regretting that decision. It's very hot, and he's forced to hold his tongue out from between his lips and sigh in an effort to cool it down.

But seeing and hearing how excited his new friend is over this story that has yet to actually unfold motivates Dazai to stop looking (and acting) like an idiot and speak again. His mouth still tingles from the heat, though.]

That's exactly it! A man who transforms into a tiger under the moonlight. Though -- after catching him, I recruited him into the Agency where I worked. He's a good kid. You remind me of him, Emil-kun! [He's shifting the story to simply talk about what had happened with Atsushi after being caught, which means that it may not be that thrilling to hear. But perhaps it could still be to Emil. He seems very focused on every word that Dazai says, anyhow.]

[petrifying]

_{[Rookie move Dazai. Emil can hear the mistake he makes, even if the detective might not be aware of it. Of course he doesn't comment but he can picture it in his mind, a burnt tongue and immediate regret.]}

I remind you of him?

_{[There's something about Dazai saying as much that has Emil feeling warm, as if he'd already taken a sip of the sweetly smelling drink in his hands.]}

What makes you say that?

[proficience]

Well, he isn't nearly as proper as you are. In mannerisms, or anything else. But he's good natured, and -- he's had a rough past. Not quite the same as what you'd been through with your curse, but I'd argue that his ability can be considered a curse.

[He blows on his drink a few times in a desperate effort to cool it down some.]

Thankfully, I'd taken him under my wing at the Agency and have made it a point to oversee his growth. Now, I think, his ability is more of a blessing than a curse.

[petrifying]

More of a blessing than a curse...

_{[It's funny really, that Dazai says that. Up until Emil had met Kainé he'd been afraid of his eyes and what he could potentially do to others. It was her who had told him not to think that way, to accept who he was and not let it define who he was. Maybe the same had happened for Atsushi and Dazai had been the one to see past what had been a struggle for him.]}

I don't really think I could see my eyes as being anything but cursed but that being said...someone really important to me told me not to be ashamed of them. I guess Atsushi is learning to not be ashamed of himself too, huh?

[proficience]

[He lets out a soft, pleasant sigh at that, recollecting how his current protege must feel, in terms of Dazai's guidance and support. Sure, his support wasn't given in the ideal way some of the time, but the ultimate outcome was clear. Atsushi feels better about his ability now.

At least, Dazai believes that's the case. He is no mind reader, after all.]

I think so. You don't have a reason to be ashamed of your curse, Emil-kun. Just adapt, as you've been doing, and continue living your life the way you want. Speaking of which -- [He takes a sip of his (finally) cooled down coffee and gulps it down quickly before asking:]

What do you enjoy? Aside from sweet things. What sort of hobbies do you have?

[petrifying]

<sub>[Living his life the way he wants...yeah. That's basically what Kainé had told him to do and he better well listen. Someday, somehow...maybe he'd see her again. Maybe he'd be able to release her from the stone he'd encased her in years ago, or so he hopes.

And really, hope's all he's got and has had for a very long time.]</sub>

Oh, um...I don't really have many hobbies...but I love playing piano and coming up with new songs to play!

[proficience]

[His eyes sparkle at that admission, since playing the piano certainly takes talent and dedication! He definitely has the stereotypical delicate fingers to play, himself, but --

The dedication is the issue.]

Ooh~! That sounds wonderful! I'll have to be sure to listen to a song of yours, sometime. In fact, you could try to pursue your talents as a career, if you so choose! [And guess who will act as manager?]

[petrifying]

Sure. I'll play for you whenever you'd like, Dazai.

_{[He means it too, the edges of his mouth quirking up.]}

...Do you think so? That I could do something like that?

[proficience]

I'm certain you could! [Is he trying to manipulate Emil just a little, for his own long-term benefit?

Yes.

But he also does hope to see him succeed in something he finds joy in, regardless of financial success or not.]

You, a musician and Odasaku, a writer. I'm going to have to do something creative, now, aren't I?

[petrifying]

<sub>[Classic move Dazai.

His response gets a little laugh out of Emil as the boy smiles across the table.]</sub>

I'm sure you can do something creative too, Dazai.

[proficience]

Hm, I don't know! I'm not much of a writer, a painter, or a musician.

I could sculpt things, I suppose. Oh! [He slams the table out of excitement.]

Bandage sculptures! What do you think? Using new ones, of course. [He's not an animal.]