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[ningen]

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[ningen]

[Go away before he goes back to frantically doing unmentionable things, shh.]

Maybe you could kill me in a minute...

[tigerpoet]

[You can mention them, it's fine??]

Sorry, no. Anything else?

[ningen]

[UNMENTIONABLE!!!!! It's not like he's humping a pillow...

...

...........okay he is.]

I hate this...

[tigerpoet]

...You're not going to get any relief by yourself. You can still cash in on that IOU, you know.

[ningen]

[He sighs, then flops over onto his back dramatically. He's still in his PJs--has been all day--and he's just a miserable mess. His hair isn't done, his clothing feels clingy... And worse than that. He's not even sure what's going on.]

N-no, no, no, I can't...

[tigerpoet]

Can I at least talk to you face to face instead of through a door? I want to help.

[Either help or "help", depending on what Dazai needs.]

[ningen]

I look awful! If you saw me like this, you'd never forget it. I can't handle that, too!

[Seriously, he's a sweaty, shivering mess right now. He feels almost feverish.]

You've never been like this, right? So you can't help!

[tigerpoet]

I haven't, but I've helped more than one Iris through their heat before.

[He has a lot of experience with that part. Very enjoyable experience.]

I'm not going to judge you based on how you look during a heat.

[ningen]

[Rolling onto his side, he curls into a ball, arms around his knees.]

...You won't judge me? Can you do me a favor and just forget everything as soon as it's over? If you'll do that, I'll let you come in.

[tigerpoet]

I promise.

[He's not sure if he can, but he'll try his best to repress every memory of this encounter.]

[ningen]

Okay. [A long, slow breath.] Okay. Bring some soothing music or something, please?

[tigerpoet]

Okay.

[Atsushi takes a second to fetch his phone, puts it onto some soothing strings music, and opens Dazai's bedroom door.]

Is this music okay?

[ningen]

[The lights are off, except a lamp he's covered with a thin red scarf, and he's still curled up in a ball. The music is nice, though, so he slowly nods.]

It's fine. Anything too loud makes me feel worse.

[tigerpoet]

Heats can be like that. [Though none of his Iris partners have ever complained about him screaming their names-] Can I sit with you?

[ningen]

...if you want. I feel completely disgusting, though, so I probably... smell bad... or something... Ugh.

[He shoves his face into the pillow and groans loudly with frustration. It's dramatic.]

Just don't say anything about it!!! I know I'm disgusting right now!!

[tigerpoet]

I promise you you won't disgust me, and I've probably been worse. Been worse.

[Carefully, he sits at the edge of Dazai's bed, making sure not to touch Dazai unless he's given permission.]

[ningen]

What's worse than this?

[Sighing, he peeks up at his roommate.]

[tigerpoet]

Well, once when I was a kitsune I wore a skirt and flipped it up in a store's changing room for someone...

[Kitsune are menaces.]

[ningen]

A-ah, I'm sorry I asked!

[Dazai will get used to this, give him time.]

...Do you usually cross dress???

[tigerpoet]

[fucking rip]

Not out in public like that! ...Sometimes in private, if my partner likes it.

[ningen]

I hope you at least have the legs for it!

[Dazai will try his best to be supportive, sir. At least this comment makes him laugh a little bit, and the tiniest amount of the tension in him lets up.]

[tigerpoet]

[Dazai brightening up is good.]

I've gotten no complaints so far, although none of my partners have the sense of style you do.

[ningen]

I guess you'll need me to consult when this is over, right? For next time you need one. D-don't worry, I won't let you down.

[He rolls a bit, then sits up, knees still pulled to his chest.]

[tigerpoet]

You'll be the first one I ask about outfits of all kinds, I promise.

[It'll make Dazai feel better, and he does actually have a fashion sense.]

Though I don't think red looks good on me.

[ningen]

Red? No, you're blue... At least your color works on you, your normal stuff... It's because you're so pale.

[Dazai smiles faintly, even if it can't be seen, being as it's aimed at his knees.]

Some people aren't born to be flashy and cool-looking. I don't look down on you for it or anything.