yokai au

[dressing]

[ Honestly, it's a pain. Yes, Dazai lives in squalor - his home a rundown mess - but he made it that way. If he's the one making the mess, it's fine; if it's some foolish rampaging oni, then he has a problem with it. Ah, all his empty bottles, broken... and his bed (which he only sleeps on sometimes, but that's beside the point) is completely ruined. At least he's taken care of the oni for the moment, but when he wakes up, they are going to have a thing or two to discuss.

How dare he! Does he not know who Dazai is? It was easy enough for him to seal the curse, not out of pity or a willingness to help, but because leaving it be would just end up causing more of a mess for him to deal with.

Maybe this will finally get him to clean up the place.

...

Ah, what a funny joke. Dazai sighs, kicks at one of the broken bedposts. ]

And how will you make up for this, hm?

[ He's talking to himself, which is not unusual; the oni has been out cold for who knows how long. Dazai doesn't particularly care, but dragging the body out of his home is too much effort. He'll just have to wait, give the man a piece of his mind, and demand compensation. ]

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[indensity]

[It's the kick that finally wakes him. He'd been starting to come to, and at the familiar thud his instincts take over - he moves before he even opens his eyes. He grabs the leg, yanks, and then throws himself at this stranger, this threat, intending to knock him over.]

Who the hell are you?!

[He grabs the stranger by the throat, claws digging in slightly, a threat.]

If you think you can sneak up on me while I'm sleeping --

[His brain is starting to wake up, too, and he seems to register a bit more about his surroundings. He frowns.]

Where the hell am I?!