[For Bedivere, specifically. Dazai's not about to spend any more time with people like himself - happy jail time with Dostoevsky was bad enough.
And that sure sounds awfully like a setup involving a firing squad. Dazai frowns at his phone - they are definitely talking about this later - before pocketing it and taking the tickets back. When he glances at the clock, he sighs. Licks Bedivere's neck, and grazes his teeth on the damp skin. Thinking about this as, well, charging up his Servant in preparation for a possible fight is not sexy, but he's sure he can swing the mood one way or the other.]
Now, where were we?
[Whether or not they go beyond anything handsy, they'll make it in time for their ride.
Did Ango get there early? Y'know, as is usually the case?]
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[For Bedivere, specifically. Dazai's not about to spend any more time with people like himself - happy jail time with Dostoevsky was bad enough.
And that sure sounds awfully like a setup involving a firing squad. Dazai frowns at his phone - they are definitely talking about this later - before pocketing it and taking the tickets back. When he glances at the clock, he sighs. Licks Bedivere's neck, and grazes his teeth on the damp skin. Thinking about this as, well, charging up his Servant in preparation for a possible fight is not sexy, but he's sure he can swing the mood one way or the other.]
Now, where were we?
[Whether or not they go beyond anything handsy, they'll make it in time for their ride.
Did Ango get there early? Y'know, as is usually the case?]