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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!!

Comments

[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.]