[Because he does, doesn't he? To an extent. Dazai's fairly certain Mori doesn't really understand why he left the Port Mafia. Honestly, most days he's not really sure he understands it, himself. But every day of the last four years has helped him understand a little more, even if he doesn't have the words for it. But the rest...well, Mori has always known him. They're the same in so many ways.
Lacing his hands behind his head, bandages a stark white against the dark of his hair, Dazai leans back a little, looking up towards the invisible peak of the flat portal before them.]
Then again, it's hard to relax when there's so much to do, isn't there? So many interruptions. It's a little tiresome.
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[Because he does, doesn't he? To an extent. Dazai's fairly certain Mori doesn't really understand why he left the Port Mafia. Honestly, most days he's not really sure he understands it, himself. But every day of the last four years has helped him understand a little more, even if he doesn't have the words for it. But the rest...well, Mori has always known him. They're the same in so many ways.
Lacing his hands behind his head, bandages a stark white against the dark of his hair, Dazai leans back a little, looking up towards the invisible peak of the flat portal before them.]
Then again, it's hard to relax when there's so much to do, isn't there? So many interruptions. It's a little tiresome.