[ he glances away, ears flattening-- not because he doesn't want to look at dazai, but because he really is useless right now. maybe he always has been; what good is a disobedient dog? ]
...Alright.
[ first, akutagawa takes a few steps backwards, before turning completely. suddenly, he remembers something. ]
In your crisper-- I concocted a blood pudding for you. You looked...
[ miserable, back in that coffee shop. dazai looked like he missed all kinds of finer things. akutagawa managed to make a pudding entirely out of pig blood, layered over flavorless sponge cakes soaked deeply in even more blood.
not that it matters. akutagawa shakes his head. ]
Nevermind. I will be on my way.
[ and with that, akutagawa finally makes his way to the door to leave. he still has a lot to think about. ]
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...Alright.
[ first, akutagawa takes a few steps backwards, before turning completely. suddenly, he remembers something. ]
In your crisper-- I concocted a blood pudding for you. You looked...
[ miserable, back in that coffee shop. dazai looked like he missed all kinds of finer things. akutagawa managed to make a pudding entirely out of pig blood, layered over flavorless sponge cakes soaked deeply in even more blood.
not that it matters. akutagawa shakes his head. ]
Nevermind. I will be on my way.
[ and with that, akutagawa finally makes his way to the door to leave. he still has a lot to think about. ]