I really would. I'd be especially disappointed you didn't smother me with a pillow the moment you had the opportunity, actually.
[Dazai rolls himself over from where he's flopped on his back halfway onto his stomach instead, leaning his chin upon bandaged wrists and kicking his legs behind him. He hums, filling the air with idle noise before continuing on.]
Did you know, people in comas are said to be able to dream, depending on the nature of the damage? Some who've come out of such a thing have even claimed to remember different worlds entirely! The only evidence that we're awake in this reality right now is that the both of us can confirm it to each other. It's an idea called "consensus reality".
[A beat of silence, before a soft chuckle escapes him.]
Not that I think that's why we were put here together, though! Rather, it all seems a bit "Parent Trap" to me.
[The kicking of his legs slows to a stop, as he pretzels himself a little to get proper eye contact with Chuuya, for once twisting up a bit more than his spine is necessarily thrilled with.]
Perhaps someone thinks we might yet have things left to say to one another. Pretty ridiculous, mm?
[Ridiculous, and yet not. Because there's always layers of meaning to anything that Dazai puts to voice, and it's a way of communicating what's expected of them without needing to lay it bare upfront. If they are expected to engage in this exercise that's just as much Russian Roulette as it is trust fall, he is not so noble as to willingly walk into the knife while obscuring it from Chuuya's view. He's always hated pain, after all. Mutually assured destruction is the only way this works.]
chinhands, perfect
[Dazai rolls himself over from where he's flopped on his back halfway onto his stomach instead, leaning his chin upon bandaged wrists and kicking his legs behind him. He hums, filling the air with idle noise before continuing on.]
Did you know, people in comas are said to be able to dream, depending on the nature of the damage? Some who've come out of such a thing have even claimed to remember different worlds entirely! The only evidence that we're awake in this reality right now is that the both of us can confirm it to each other. It's an idea called "consensus reality".
[A beat of silence, before a soft chuckle escapes him.]
Not that I think that's why we were put here together, though! Rather, it all seems a bit "Parent Trap" to me.
[The kicking of his legs slows to a stop, as he pretzels himself a little to get proper eye contact with Chuuya, for once twisting up a bit more than his spine is necessarily thrilled with.]
Perhaps someone thinks we might yet have things left to say to one another. Pretty ridiculous, mm?
[Ridiculous, and yet not. Because there's always layers of meaning to anything that Dazai puts to voice, and it's a way of communicating what's expected of them without needing to lay it bare upfront. If they are expected to engage in this exercise that's just as much Russian Roulette as it is trust fall, he is not so noble as to willingly walk into the knife while obscuring it from Chuuya's view. He's always hated pain, after all. Mutually assured destruction is the only way this works.]