[Satisfied, Dazai downed his last shot for the evening with a hum.
After a quick shower and getting dressed for bed, he let Bedivere have the couch. If sleep wasn't a thing for Servants, Dazai had a few books scattered about: most of them were novels and short story compilations, with the occasional essay collection.
As for Dazai himself, well. It'd take him some time to doze off: he wasn't sure what was better, his old routine spent alone, or the awareness that there was someone else in the apartment with him just a door away. That was on top of breaking down what had transpired starting the afternoon, from magic circles to their visit to that abandoned banquet hall, Atsushi's strange behavior, Fukuzawa's reactions, and Bedivere's smile...
Had Dazai known that Servants and Masters were capable of passing dreams, he would've stopped his thoughts. Because on the heels of Bedivere's memories came Dazai's: an unintended rescue from floating down the river, and the echoes of a promise from an old friend.]
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[Satisfied, Dazai downed his last shot for the evening with a hum.
After a quick shower and getting dressed for bed, he let Bedivere have the couch. If sleep wasn't a thing for Servants, Dazai had a few books scattered about: most of them were novels and short story compilations, with the occasional essay collection.
As for Dazai himself, well. It'd take him some time to doze off: he wasn't sure what was better, his old routine spent alone, or the awareness that there was someone else in the apartment with him just a door away. That was on top of breaking down what had transpired starting the afternoon, from magic circles to their visit to that abandoned banquet hall, Atsushi's strange behavior, Fukuzawa's reactions, and Bedivere's smile...
Had Dazai known that Servants and Masters were capable of passing dreams, he would've stopped his thoughts. Because on the heels of Bedivere's memories came Dazai's: an unintended rescue from floating down the river, and the echoes of a promise from an old friend.]