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Verlaine hummed, tilting his head to the side as he put the question to thought. Q was completely out of the picture; who knows what they would try to do to his poor little brother. Elise didn't quite count either, and her lack of manners would surely rub off on the boy.

Then, someone came to mind. "Well... she's not exactly your age, but I do know a kind girl I used to train..."

“Frère?” Chuuya hugged him. He had been laying down on the floor, coloring for a while until now.

"Yes? What is it, mon cher?" Verlaine smiles at him, wrapping an arm around the little one.

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“Frère?” Chuuya hugged him. He had been laying down on the floor, coloring for a while until now.

"Yes? What is it, mon cher?" Verlaine smiles at him, wrapping an arm around the little one.

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How do you feel about Dazai’s birthday being today? One of your targets living another year

"I feel... absolutely nothing. In all truth, he's practically dead to me."

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"Perhaps you might be, but I find it hard to believe you don't hold any grudge against me at all; especially considering I threatened to dislocate your limbs one time."

"Does anybody else sometimes hear their partner's voice out of the blue? Even if they're not there?"

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"Right. Because you seem to be a very trustworthy person."

"Does anybody else sometimes hear their partner's voice out of the blue? Even if they're not there?"

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"I believe I'd be aware if something was affecting my day-to-day routine. Why? Does it look like there's something wrong with me?"

"Does anybody else sometimes hear their partner's voice out of the blue? Even if they're not there?"

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"There's nothing wrong with me. Therefore, hallucinations forming is impossible."

"Does anybody else sometimes hear their partner's voice out of the blue? Even if they're not there?"

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"...I don't believe I have the capacity to hallucinate."

"Does anybody else sometimes hear their partner's voice out of the blue? Even if they're not there?"

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"It means 'good job' or 'well done'," He explained, tilting his head slightly. "Can you try to say it? 'Bon travail'."

Chuuya yanked on Verlaine’s shirt to get the adult’s attention.

“Book! I got a book!” The book was comically large in Chuuya’s miniature hands. It was a medical textbook from Mori’s office. The child had stolen a textbook out of the boss’s office. He showed Verlaine a picture of a nervous system in it.

((sorry for the medical trauma verlaine…))

((SJSJKAJF oh chuuya... <\3))

Verlaine stares at the picture in the child's hand, just barely mustering up the power to avoid grimacing. He always supposed a nervous system was akin to a human's own "line of code"; however, that was not the point.

He'd seen it before. On monitors and walls. Walls where they'd trap him, where–

Abruptly, he all but yanks the book out of the child's hand and gives a strained smile. "Where did you get this? It's so... fascinating."

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"Bon travail, Chuuya!" Verlaine praises, using his other hand to ruffle his little brother's hair. "Your pronunciation was wonderful. You learn so fast."

Although his touch is soft, his palms are rather calloused and the skin around his nails seems injured. There's a small scar here and there, but nothing that would cause any concern.

Chuuya yanked on Verlaine’s shirt to get the adult’s attention.

“Book! I got a book!” The book was comically large in Chuuya’s miniature hands. It was a medical textbook from Mori’s office. The child had stolen a textbook out of the boss’s office. He showed Verlaine a picture of a nervous system in it.

((sorry for the medical trauma verlaine…))

((SJSJKAJF oh chuuya... <\3))

Verlaine stares at the picture in the child's hand, just barely mustering up the power to avoid grimacing. He always supposed a nervous system was akin to a human's own "line of code"; however, that was not the point.

He'd seen it before. On monitors and walls. Walls where they'd trap him, where–

Abruptly, he all but yanks the book out of the child's hand and gives a strained smile. "Where did you get this? It's so... fascinating."

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"......I don't sell chicken nuggets?"

no sir im unemployed HAHA

// damn i gotta reread stormbringer again i guess wwwww i have hella shit memory. Also do you think verlaine would be the chronically online enough to understand vines because i intend to speak in vine quotes to communicate with him

I am so sorry if thisnis a cloned post my tumblr seems to ahow that the ask cant send but im paranoid sooo yea

((he would NOT be chronically online but please keep speaking in vines that would be so very funny((

"How would you like to work under me? I wouldn't mind giving you a place to stay, as long as you do what I tell you to."

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"One day you will, Chuuya, but not today,"

Verlaine persists, a bit more firm. His tone is not cold or stern- not yet- but it's clear he's losing a bit of patience.

"How about you do something fun with your big brother instead?" He smiles, crouching down. "You love your brother, don't you?"

Chuuya yanked on Verlaine’s shirt to get the adult’s attention.

“Book! I got a book!” The book was comically large in Chuuya’s miniature hands. It was a medical textbook from Mori’s office. The child had stolen a textbook out of the boss’s office. He showed Verlaine a picture of a nervous system in it.

((sorry for the medical trauma verlaine…))

((SJSJKAJF oh chuuya... <\3))

Verlaine stares at the picture in the child's hand, just barely mustering up the power to avoid grimacing. He always supposed a nervous system was akin to a human's own "line of code"; however, that was not the point.

He'd seen it before. On monitors and walls. Walls where they'd trap him, where–

Abruptly, he all but yanks the book out of the child's hand and gives a strained smile. "Where did you get this? It's so... fascinating."

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no sir im unemployed HAHA

// damn i gotta reread stormbringer again i guess wwwww i have hella shit memory. Also do you think verlaine would be the chronically online enough to understand vines because i intend to speak in vine quotes to communicate with him

I am so sorry if thisnis a cloned post my tumblr seems to ahow that the ask cant send but im paranoid sooo yea

((he would NOT be chronically online but please keep speaking in vines that would be so very funny((

"How would you like to work under me? I wouldn't mind giving you a place to stay, as long as you do what I tell you to."

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*mu ears perk up...somehow. I dont think human ears can actually do that but whatever i need some kind of anime effect* oh cool :D

Guess my name is black no 12 now then!

//wait whats the inspo behind this name i feel like im missing something

"I suppose so, yes." Verlaine nods, thinking for a moment. His gaze seems a bit spaced out. "Do you work anywhere?"

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wait really?? YES PLEASEE!!!!

*i reach out to hug you.* YAYY :D

//shhh its not that bad i used to label them as which fandoms they were built for via abbreviations.... or i just straight up remove their existence

Verlaine immediately puts distance between them, extending his arm. His smile is awkward, but nonetheless there (just out of a need to be polite, really).

"Alright, then. ...How about..."

His arm falls to his side.

"...Black No. 12? It sounds intimidating, no?"

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i...i dont really have a name...

*i look kind of awkward answering this question but its kinda true. I dont have a name*

but hey! Thats a nice name you've got!

*finger guns awkwardly*

//im horrible at naming Ocs, at this rate i should just call them numbers geezz HAHAH

"You don't have a name?"

Verlaine's eyebrows furrow slightly. No name. He remembered when he, too, didn't have one... well, until his partner came along and gave him his.

"....."

He pauses, a sweet smile blooming on his face.

"Can I give you a name, then?"

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im here because i fell. Down stairs. Downstairs.

*long pause as i get helped up* oh nice hands :0

whats ur name?

"Paul Verlaine," He hums, discreetly wiping his hand on his coat once he helps them up. "And you are?"