[After finally sending a photo the app deems acceptable, the next time Chuuya enters a room-- it won't be the one he's expecting. It's a large, lavish office with a windowed wall facing out over a city, with an expansive view of the sea.
Sitting in one of the plush chairs is Chuuya, who beckons him in with a grin.]
Hey, have a seat. Sorry about the appointment system, by the way-- I had nothing to do with that shit.
[Definitely Mori's; this window probably shouldn't look out over the edges of a city and out to the sea, but it absolutely does.]
Isn't it? A little taste of home... it's technically my boss's office, but I guess I'm familiar enough with it that this place felt like it'd be appropriate.
...The Nakahara family was pretty well off, and army doctors like Father got paid pretty well? But we weren't well off enough to afford shit this nice.
[But they were well off enough that Chuuya never had a real job.]
[Automatically filling in the blanks before the rest of what Chuuya said catches up to him.]
You're telling me Ango works for the government? High on five kinds of drugs at a time, covered his floor with pesticide so he wouldn't clean, once built a giant dick out of snow, grand deliquent Sakaguchi Ango?
WEEK 0, SUNDAY
Sitting in one of the plush chairs is Chuuya, who beckons him in with a grin.]
Hey, have a seat. Sorry about the appointment system, by the way-- I had nothing to do with that shit.
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[Chuuya - yellow Chuuya - sits in one of the other really expensive chairs. Mori's, probably, since-]
Nice view up here.
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Isn't it? A little taste of home... it's technically my boss's office, but I guess I'm familiar enough with it that this place felt like it'd be appropriate.
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[He'd forgotten that Chuuya had a real job. He has a boss too, technically, but Miss Librarian barely counts, and he never had a real job when alive.]
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...The Nakahara family was pretty well off, and army doctors like Father got paid pretty well? But we weren't well off enough to afford shit this nice.
[But they were well off enough that Chuuya never had a real job.]
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[He doesn't really sound bitter, at least, but it's. Not an experience he can really relate to.]
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[been there, not going back to that.]
But as long as you've got job satisfaction, it really isn't bad.
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[chuuya shrugs, there. he's not going to go into detail, but there he has it.]
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Well if it's Mori-sensei then of course it's satisfying. You could've just said so first thing.
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[because if so, that's weird as usual.]
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[It's a weird coincidence, but Chuuya likes Mori, so it's fine.]
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[he's just not bringing up anything else about mori thank you.]
Kind of makes me wonder how many people we have in common, at this rate.
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I could just start naming names. You know a Sakaguchi Ango?
[Since they have a Dazai, they have an Oda and an Ango, right?]
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Government special agent. Infiltrated us for a while, he was involved with Dazai and some other low-ranking member... Oda?
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[Automatically filling in the blanks before the rest of what Chuuya said catches up to him.]
You're telling me Ango works for the government? High on five kinds of drugs at a time, covered his floor with pesticide so he wouldn't clean, once built a giant dick out of snow, grand deliquent Sakaguchi Ango?
[Holy shit.]
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[chuuya blinks at that, before shaking his head.]
If he does any of that in his spare time, I've sure never seen it.
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[Also the one Chuuya's closest to.]
Oh - what about Miyazawa Kenji-sensei?
[This one's not a doctor.]
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[sensei? he looked like a farmer.]
His ability's some kind of strength, seemed like. Went around barefoot and called me a city person-- he's not from my organization, though.
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[down to being... even more of a kid than red Chuuya means.]
There aren't many poets I consider a match for me, but Sensei's definitely one of them.