[The feeling of un-reality only climbed when he saw what awaited him: Bedivere separated from his arm, braids undone, and Dazai blamed the sudden redness of his cheeks on the warm water.]
Looks nice. You and the arm, I mean. At least rust isn't an issue.
[Fucking hell.]
Hhh. Carry on.
[What a moment to get his tongue tied, and he threw a fresh towel to Bedivere's head as a distraction before striding towards his cabinet. Finding a spare yukata was preferable to embarrassing himself further, yes?]
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Looks nice. You and the arm, I mean. At least rust isn't an issue.
[Fucking hell.]
Hhh. Carry on.
[What a moment to get his tongue tied, and he threw a fresh towel to Bedivere's head as a distraction before striding towards his cabinet. Finding a spare yukata was preferable to embarrassing himself further, yes?]