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Dazai just sighed as he woke up, he wasn’t.. NOT expecting it. Although somewhere deep down, possibly he did really, really hope he did something good. And that she was safe.

—He had lost essentially his entire week of income in one night though.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

Dazai had always been good at getting comfortable in unconventional places. He slept in the supply closet, close enough he could hear if anything was wrong but far enough he hoped Yuan wouldn’t feel afraid.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Okay then, that’s fine.” He knew Oda would’ve forced him to eat something, but maybe— hopefully this girl was different than how he himself was as a kid.

“Okay, go to bed then.. Goodnight…uhm. Yuan.”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

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Dazai just pat her head. “Don’t worry about that. Now, what do you want to eat? I want you to eat something before you go to bed.”

Despite that uncommonly being a rule that Dazai, himself followed, he found himself urging the child to do so.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

Dazai just sighed tiredly and stayed quiet while he set her up the sheets and blankets and pillow, doing it rather quickly before he stood up, nodding to her.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

Dazai sighed and walked inside in front of her. “You make it hard to be polite huh? Okay.. Just go find a place you want to put your bedding and I’ll put it down for you.”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just want to know those things for you.” Dazai held the door open for her inside the bar.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Okay, c’mon.” He nodded and brought her to the checkout, paying for everything swiftly with a thank you and nod to the cashier.

He carried it out and the two started back the short distance to the bar.

“Are you scared of the dark at all?”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Of course not..” Dazai kept walking with her before sighing and quickly going into a store.

“We’re gonna get you a sleeping bag real quick okay? Or— Just go ahead and pick out some bedding.”

He decided he could store the bedding til’ he got his own real home— Like Oda.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”I-“ He hadn’t quite thought that through. “I’ll find something. Don’t worry.”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Okay, well once we get back, I still want you to keep it up, okay?”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Alright then, c’mon. If that leg gets tired just tell me.” He said, gesturing to the one she was limping on.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

“Fine, fine. Take 50$. That’s it though.” He tried to think of what Odasaku would do in the situation. He just couldn’t get the man off his mind.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Let’s start with that amount and whenever I do something wrong, i’ll give you more.”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Well- Not at this moment. Ugh.. Here.” He gave her 20$.

“I’m gonna apologize to Oda’s grave after this…” He muttered, barely audible to himself.

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

”Okay.” Dazai shook his head, crouching to her level.

“What would make you feel more comfortable?”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.

[whiskey-on-bleach-coated-ice]

“I’m bad at doing what, hm? I would love to know what you think i’m doing.”

The acrid smell of garbage and cigarettes hung in the air behind the bar where Yuan found herself that evening. 

She watched with amusement as rats darted across the cracked pavement and picked through the trash when a warm light from a small window flicked on. 

Climbing atop a closed dumpster, she curiously peered inside to be met with the sight of a tall brunet shuffling around a nostalgic pub.

@rose-tinted-wool bothering you in every universe.

The day had been slow, little to remember or to prolong death’s anticipated coming. The building held the scent of a dull musk, swirled with essence of a soul so infinitesimal, although prevalent within the walls of the bar.

Osamu rubbed down the counter, a damp rag in meticulous hands. He felt a pair of eyes on him at some point in the night’s return, it’s marking by flame-like hues reflected on every shining surface.

Looking up, he saw exactly what he felt. Purple-ish pink eyes looking back at him through the window, near the door to the alleyway.