Now I don't even want to come home. I was going to bring you something on my way home-! Maybe I'll just go spend the night elsewhere instead... ugh.
[ This means Dazai's going to be cleaning up after Tetchou. They both know that. All three of them know that. It's the only time Dazai actually cleans: if he didn't make the mess. ]
[ There's no way around it -- Jouno doesn't trust Tetchou to do anything but destroy, and he's not capable of cleaning to the level of spotlessness he craves himself. ]
Yes, we are. I let myself have the last one. Special occasions, and all. Buy a pack, but do get some apple sake as well. I want something worth celebrating with.
[ It shouldn't surprise Jouno that Dazai would be so bold, especially considering where they were now. Nonetheless, it's a moment before he answers with a voice memo of his own: ]
Well, I don't ask for much.
[ It seems he's decided he deserves this??? ]
I like fruitcakes. Make sure the flavor of cake complements the sake.
[ Yeah, that's the last of the voice memos from Dazai before he puts his device away completely. He had shopping to get done, and then... then he'd have to get home and start putting this whole plan into action.
He's actually about 45 minutes before he gets to their small home, fumbling with the keys in the lock before finally getting the front door open. Shoving it open with his hip, he carries a grocery bag in each arm, humming some obnoxious tune. He closes the door with his heel before moving to kick off his shoes, shoving them with his foot into place so Jouno wouldn't end up tripping over them if they weren't in the right spot. ]
I'm baaaack~!
[ He's mostly calling this out so that, if Tetchou and Jouno were fucking or something, he could warn them that he'd be able to hear them, as he wanders to the kitchen to see what kind of a mess he's actually working with. ]
[ Jouno is in the kitchen, amidst the mess. His brow is furrowed; he's clearly distressed. It doesn't help that he can't see what he's dealing with. All he knows is that it's there, a lingering mess of things that means he can't even move freely throughout his apartment if he wanted to.
He's picked up some of it after sending Tetchou out to work out and get out of his way. He was currently sweeping with a broom, using the edge of it to feel about for obstacles. There's a steady frown on his face. ]
[ ... Yeah, it's pretty bad. There's flour stuck to places that Dazai's not even sure he could dirty if he tried... and Jouno had been stepping in some of the mess. Fuck, this was actually--
Well, it's really funny. Dazai snickers, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, before he forces himself to gather himself. Shifting forward, he moves to carefully settle his hand against the broom's handle, grabbing it around where Jouno's hand was, to stop him. ]
I think it's a little worse than it feels. You're partly covered in it by now. C'mon, c'mon, let's sit you down! I'll help clean you off and start the actual cake.
[ It was one thing for Tetchou to want to do something for Jouno, but this? Something so domestic? They were soldiers, not housewives. Never mind that it does genuinely mean something to Jouno when Tetchou does anything for him.
Jouno huffs and lets Dazai take the broom, moving over to sit down in one of their wooden chairs. He works on brushing himself off, even though he isn't entirely certain what parts of him are covered. ]
What? The whole trying to make something for your birthday?
[ The question is asked as Dazai shifts to sweep up some of the pile, moving it quickly so he'd have space to work and not spread anything more through the kitchen.
Once that was done, and only once that was done, did he move to grab a small rag, wetting it lightly on one half. Moving over to where Jouno's sat, he takes a knee in front of him. One hand gently settles against the back of his shin, to lift his leg slightly and get him at a proper angle to be wiped off without too much struggle. ]
Isn't that normal for Tetchou-san? Wouldn't it be more unnatural for him to ignore today?
[ Jouno pouts as Dazai lifts his leg. Dazai has a point. ]
It's so domestic. [ He wrinkles his nose, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. ] Cakes were always store-bought back home. [ But there was always a cake, so maybe it wasn't that strange. ]
I always found it annoying. The big celebrations that Hunting Dogs would throw.
[ Hey, at least Dazai's listening to his complaints, hearing him out, even if he found them to be stupid and...
Jouno doesn't even seem to realize how much Tetchou cares, does he? Or, maybe that's what's annoying him so much? The fact that he sees it and can't ignore it anymore, with how close the city forces them to be. The two of them were no longer just coworkers, just soldiers on a battlefield. No, they're something more... but they always had been. ]
Being domestic means he's finally getting more used to the idea of being here with you, doesn't it?
[ Dazai poses the question as he carefully brushes more off of Jouno's pant leg. ]
Means, maybe, we'll get him to relax further. Be less... you know. Like me. Depressed as shit and only leaving the house when necessary. He's been doing more, too! It's a good thing, isn't it?
[ Jouno doesn't like admitting when Dazai is right. Nor does he want to admit that he likes this -- having someone else kneel before him and clean him up. It's all a little too nice. ]
I want him to find a job, so he feels like he has a purpose again. We're taught to be weapons only. [ Even more so in Tetchou's case. ] Tetchou-san has never been anything else. I think he's lost without that. I've considered having him work with me, but I don't know that he'd agree with what we have to do.
[ Not that he'd question it. Tetchou was good at following orders no matter what. ]
[ Dazai knows Jouno likes this. Knows he enjoys being serviced, in whatever way he can be. Even better when Dazai isn't complaining about it, isn't it? ]
Could offer him to work at Delicto, buuuut. I'm not sure it's his speed. And I don't really need the help there currently. Things've slowed down a bit.
[ Plus, well. He isn't sure Tetchou would actually be good at that sort of work. ]
A friend and I are thinking of opening up a place, though. Somewhere he might have an easier time working. Want me to talk to him? [ It's mostly a half question - he'd already briefly considered asking Tetchou, even if he's sure the man would 100% dislike the way Dazai acts there and maybe even be disgusted with him.
Double edged sword and all. ]
Mm, but, we can keep pushing him. Have you mentioned this to him?
[ Besides, does this mean Jouno sees Dazai as smarter than Tetchou? Well, obviously that was the case, but it still felt good for Jouno to recognize it, even in passing! Even if he wouldn't say it!!! Dazai can't help the stupid smile on his face, for a brief second.
What an idiot. ]
We're going to open up a place like back home! An izakaya type place. He could be a waiter, not sure how he could fuck that up. [ Then there's a pause. ] You don't talk at all?? Not even a little?
[ His hands have stilled - he's looking over Jouno, making sure he'd gotten everything. ]
An izakaya? [ Jouno hums in consideration. It might work. Tetchou had experience with such places due to their boss' penchant for dragging the Hunting Dogs out to them after work.
As for being a waiter... ]
He'll break all your dishes, but... I think he could learn. [ Would it be fulfilling enough to give Tetchou's life meaning? Probably not, but it would give him more to do. ]
Mm, well, we argue... but as far as conversations go, I find myself with my tongue down his throat more often than not.
[ Ugh, Dazai doesn't even have a second to reply regarding the whole job idea. Instead, he's more focused on that last bit. He makes a disgruntled noise, then a groan, almost like a petulant child, disgusted at the very idea of romance and sexual attraction.
Funny, considering who he was. ]
Groooooss! [ Also, the city they're in. Is he stupid? ] I don't get it. You act like you hate the man, but you can't keep your hands off him for like, even a minute.
[ Dazai complains, shifting to stand himself up from the ground then. ]
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There's cake in the kitchen
Do try a bite
[ Tetchou had decided to try baking. The cake is... crunchy. It seems he left the shells on all of the eggs. ]
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[ He's serious about THIS Jouno. DID YOU LET TETCHOU COOK?? ]
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[ LET HIM? NO. Jouno is a hard-working man who came home to his kitchen in disarray. He doesn't deserve these accusations. ]
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[ This means Dazai's going to be cleaning up after Tetchou. They both know that. All three of them know that. It's the only time Dazai actually cleans: if he didn't make the mess. ]
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[ There's no way around it -- Jouno doesn't trust Tetchou to do anything but destroy, and he's not capable of cleaning to the level of spotlessness he craves himself. ]
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[ This one is followed up by an almost immediate secondary message: ]
Hey are we out of beer? I'll get us something to drink together on my way back for after I finish cleaning up.
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[ He's thinking aloud in the voice memo, which, he tends to do pretty often. ]
But a store bought one for your birthday sounds ultra shitty! [ He makes some sort of frustrated noise before finally settling on his next thought: ]
Kitchen'll stay a mess for a bit longer. I'll make you an actual cake, then clean up, then offer to suck your dick. Sound good?
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Well, I don't ask for much.
[ It seems he's decided he deserves this??? ]
I like fruitcakes. Make sure the flavor of cake complements the sake.
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Anything else I should grab while I'm out...? Like, anything anything.
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[ Yeah, that's the last of the voice memos from Dazai before he puts his device away completely. He had shopping to get done, and then... then he'd have to get home and start putting this whole plan into action.
He's actually about 45 minutes before he gets to their small home, fumbling with the keys in the lock before finally getting the front door open. Shoving it open with his hip, he carries a grocery bag in each arm, humming some obnoxious tune. He closes the door with his heel before moving to kick off his shoes, shoving them with his foot into place so Jouno wouldn't end up tripping over them if they weren't in the right spot. ]
I'm baaaack~!
[ He's mostly calling this out so that, if Tetchou and Jouno were fucking or something, he could warn them that he'd be able to hear them, as he wanders to the kitchen to see what kind of a mess he's actually working with. ]
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[ Jouno is in the kitchen, amidst the mess. His brow is furrowed; he's clearly distressed. It doesn't help that he can't see what he's dealing with. All he knows is that it's there, a lingering mess of things that means he can't even move freely throughout his apartment if he wanted to.
He's picked up some of it after sending Tetchou out to work out and get out of his way. He was currently sweeping with a broom, using the edge of it to feel about for obstacles. There's a steady frown on his face. ]
Is it as bad as it feels?
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[ ... Yeah, it's pretty bad. There's flour stuck to places that Dazai's not even sure he could dirty if he tried... and Jouno had been stepping in some of the mess. Fuck, this was actually--
Well, it's really funny. Dazai snickers, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, before he forces himself to gather himself. Shifting forward, he moves to carefully settle his hand against the broom's handle, grabbing it around where Jouno's hand was, to stop him. ]
I think it's a little worse than it feels. You're partly covered in it by now. C'mon, c'mon, let's sit you down! I'll help clean you off and start the actual cake.
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I don't know what came over him.
[ It was one thing for Tetchou to want to do something for Jouno, but this? Something so domestic? They were soldiers, not housewives.
Never mind that it does genuinely mean something to Jouno when Tetchou does anything for him.Jouno huffs and lets Dazai take the broom, moving over to sit down in one of their wooden chairs. He works on brushing himself off, even though he isn't entirely certain what parts of him are covered. ]
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[ The question is asked as Dazai shifts to sweep up some of the pile, moving it quickly so he'd have space to work and not spread anything more through the kitchen.
Once that was done, and only once that was done, did he move to grab a small rag, wetting it lightly on one half. Moving over to where Jouno's sat, he takes a knee in front of him. One hand gently settles against the back of his shin, to lift his leg slightly and get him at a proper angle to be wiped off without too much struggle. ]
Isn't that normal for Tetchou-san? Wouldn't it be more unnatural for him to ignore today?
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[ Jouno pouts as Dazai lifts his leg. Dazai has a point. ]
It's so domestic. [ He wrinkles his nose, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. ] Cakes were always store-bought back home. [ But there was always a cake, so maybe it wasn't that strange. ]
I always found it annoying. The big celebrations that Hunting Dogs would throw.
[ Now, though, he misses it. ]
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Jouno doesn't even seem to realize how much Tetchou cares, does he? Or, maybe that's what's annoying him so much? The fact that he sees it and can't ignore it anymore, with how close the city forces them to be. The two of them were no longer just coworkers, just soldiers on a battlefield. No, they're something more... but they always had been. ]
Being domestic means he's finally getting more used to the idea of being here with you, doesn't it?
[ Dazai poses the question as he carefully brushes more off of Jouno's pant leg. ]
Means, maybe, we'll get him to relax further. Be less... you know. Like me. Depressed as shit and only leaving the house when necessary. He's been doing more, too! It's a good thing, isn't it?
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[ Jouno doesn't like admitting when Dazai is right. Nor does he want to admit that he likes this -- having someone else kneel before him and clean him up. It's all a little too nice. ]
I want him to find a job, so he feels like he has a purpose again. We're taught to be weapons only. [ Even more so in Tetchou's case. ] Tetchou-san has never been anything else. I think he's lost without that. I've considered having him work with me, but I don't know that he'd agree with what we have to do.
[ Not that he'd question it. Tetchou was good at following orders no matter what. ]
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Could offer him to work at Delicto, buuuut. I'm not sure it's his speed. And I don't really need the help there currently. Things've slowed down a bit.
[ Plus, well. He isn't sure Tetchou would actually be good at that sort of work. ]
A friend and I are thinking of opening up a place, though. Somewhere he might have an easier time working. Want me to talk to him? [ It's mostly a half question - he'd already briefly considered asking Tetchou, even if he's sure the man would 100% dislike the way Dazai acts there and maybe even be disgusted with him.
Double edged sword and all. ]
Mm, but, we can keep pushing him. Have you mentioned this to him?
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[ Ignoring that he'd beaten Jouno in the competition to obtain information on their most recent case together. ]
What are you planning to do? If it's something a total dumbass can do, then... [ Jouno nods. It's worth a try, he thinks. ]
... mentioned it to him? No. We don't exactly talk when we're together.
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[ Besides, does this mean Jouno sees Dazai as smarter than Tetchou? Well, obviously that was the case, but it still felt good for Jouno to recognize it, even in passing! Even if he wouldn't say it!!! Dazai can't help the stupid smile on his face, for a brief second.
What an idiot. ]
We're going to open up a place like back home! An izakaya type place. He could be a waiter, not sure how he could fuck that up. [ Then there's a pause. ] You don't talk at all?? Not even a little?
[ His hands have stilled - he's looking over Jouno, making sure he'd gotten everything. ]
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As for being a waiter... ]
He'll break all your dishes, but... I think he could learn. [ Would it be fulfilling enough to give Tetchou's life meaning? Probably not, but it would give him more to do. ]
Mm, well, we argue... but as far as conversations go, I find myself with my tongue down his throat more often than not.
[ Stupid sexy Tetchou. ]
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Funny, considering who he was. ]
Groooooss! [ Also, the city they're in. Is he stupid? ] I don't get it. You act like you hate the man, but you can't keep your hands off him for like, even a minute.
[ Dazai complains, shifting to stand himself up from the ground then. ]
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