"Dazai, can you use that brain of yours to do something more useful?"
What he means is: please help. It was immediately translated into Dazai's mind. But then again, it was clear in Dazai's mind that "please" wasn't a vocabulary word in Fyodor's brain.
Conveniently, half ignoring Fyodor's words, he continued to play on his phone. His other hand entered energy into his staff. Grunting Dazii flicked his fingers, a stack of boxes floating into space, following Fyodor outside of the house.
Conjuring a couple of more sloppy spells, he turned back to his phone screen, the volume up to the top, annoying Fyodor deliberately with the repetitive sound of his game. Dazai was annoyed with the sound as well, but if it was to annoy Fyodor, he would probably even lick his own foot.
In fact, he was convinced.
After a couple of more calls from Fyodor, he stood up from the deathly comfortable sofa. He groans as he hears his back crack loudly, stretching his arms out before running outside of the house. Standing in front of the car, Fyodor was leaning on top, crossing his arms, and looking towards Dazai.
His expressions were aloof and seemed almost confused, as always.
It made Dazai smile; no words were needed, just actions, just nonverbal communication—that's all they needed.
They both knew that perfectly well.
"Well, should we get started?"
A smile hinted at Fyodor's mouth, his eyes glinting in pleasure. It was most likely the last day that they were ever going to live here anyway.
It was always my dream to go with a bang. Mori had plenty of money to spare. And he preferred that such an extravagant and enclosed cage be burned down into ashes.
Walking towards the car with all of their belongings inside, he knocked on the window, politely asking them to depart towards the destination point before them. Waving off the driver's confused stare, he assured them that they would be able to get their fine on their own.
It was not convincing at all, considering that. Well. The mansion was floating.
But who was dazi enough to care?
A Victorian-style house floating in the air had extravagantly large windows and bars blocking the view. A sphere shaped barrier reflects the faint sunlight, blocking anything from coming in or falling out. Some would call it beautiful; others would call it the opposite. Stuck, floating in the air like some bird cage.
Watching fyodor cast spells all over the house, Dazai took out a ciggarette, lighting it up and taking a puff before throwing it onto the ground and smushing it with his foot. Getting the signal from Fyodor, he threw his lighter onto the wall, the building catching fire instantly and its walls falling apart before they could blink their eyes.
"A spark neglected burns the house."
A little bit of their own irony. Was this breaking the law? Most definitely. But what was that to the Mori family? Fyodor meant it when he said his humour was bad. The whole family's morals were broken.
A person who manipulates for success
A person who manipulates for ambitions
A person who manipulates for comfort
He liked to believe he was better off than the others, though. But then again, he liked to believe a lot of things. Like how the last jelly shot was not making him feel sick, or that he wasn't actually nervous, or that Odasaku was just having a cold and he would come back after a while.
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