[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000; background: linear-gradient(to right,#d69c94,#813a31); border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 12px 1px rgb(0, 0, 0);][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #000;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 23px; padding: 11px;text-shadow: 0 0 3px #000]OSAMU DAZAI BASKERVILLE[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 425px; height: 90px; text-align: right; margin-top: -22px]人間失格[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000; border: none; width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 12px -1px rgb(0, 0, 0); min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 10.5px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 12px; color:#FFF;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #ce877e; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://imgur.com/LnvmLab.gif); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]Before long, they began to file in. Twelve's sing-song voice filled his ears, causing the midnight-cloaked youth to instinctively turn, a breezy smile adorning his handsome yet mildly effeminate countenance as he found himself greeted by the sight of the cheery bomber, Kouyou in her elegant and flowing fabrics, and Higuchi — the latter of which he noted to look rather disappointed when having seemed to take notice of Akutagawa's absence... how cute. Ever the romantic, he couldn't help but take notice of such things... or rather, everything seemed to harbor hidden implications. Ahh, not that he'd allow anyone to dispel the notion that the lioness perhaps felt [i]something for his dear protégé— he just happened to be quite stubborn, in that regard. Peer pressure and the like had absolutely no effect on him. He would ship the loyal blonde with the Mafia's self-proclaimed hound as much as he so pleased, regardless of what kinds of dirty looks he might receive from them as well as any of the other killjoys among his subordinates here.
"That, Twelve-kun, is an excellent question~!" Without warning, the boss would suddenly abandon his initial demeanor of relaxed nonchalance to reply in a playful, sing-song fashion mimicking that of the lieutenant's, clapping his forepaws together once in an appreciative gesture in response to the other's visible (and audible) enthusiasm. "We've got lots to discuss, see — things like alliances, events, activity levels, and blah, blah, blah..." His voiced trailed off, and Dazai punctuated his last sentence with a mild huff of exasperation, allowing himself the immaturity of an eye-roll. Honestly, they were all such dull subjects; for the most part, not a single one of them made a topic for good conversation. This attitude of his, however, did not imply that he simply wasn't well-versed in the art of management— on the contrary, he was quite good at managing his resources, and planning things while taking both short-term and long-term effects into consideration; it was because of this and his broad skill-set that his superior had elected to have him serve as his right-hand, back when he'd still been affiliated with the first branch based in the lovely port town of Yokohama. Now that time had passed... well, he supposed he could just put it as: "the threat of death no longer held any weight for him". In the original organization, members had harbored the same amount of tolerance for slackers as they did traitors—that being none at all. Given that he now belonged to a different branch, and happened to be the one in charge of all that went on here... he saw no need to act so uptight and proper during every single second, of every single minute, of every single hour, and so on and so forth. Sure, he'd still see to it that things got done (for the most part, anyway), but he would do so his way. He'd never been one to conform to the all the traditions and standards, nor had he ever allowed them to cramp his style — and he had no intention of allowing that to change anytime soon.
His focus then shifted to the kimono-clad femme, a low, unreadable light flickering dimly behind his luxurious mahogany gaze as he inclined his head to the side ever so slightly, his mind quietly picking up on... her peculiar choice of words. "Ohhh? Doubting my ability to do work, maybe?" He affected an expression of mock indignation, slowly raising a paw to his chest as he fixed her with a pouting stare. "Aww, Anee-san, I thought you knew me better than that. I'm hurt." He truly did his best to put on a show of acting emotionally wounded and distressed, but admittedly, doing so in a convincing fashion was never easy; usually, he just came across as arrogant or condescending, neither of which tended to evoke a positive response from the individual on the receiving end of his antics. Though, fortunately, the alabaster caporegime happened to be rather tolerant of displays of this variety (bless her and her belief in the importance of keeping up appearances). Slipping back into a more characteristic air of cool-headed poise, he watched quietly and with veiled entrancement as the folds of her attire spilled down her back and shoulders in a cascade of shimmering, rosy hues embellished with meticulously intricate floral designs that were pleasing to the eye. Though...naturally, Kouyou herself happened to be the object of his fancy—at least, for the moment—it really wasn't unusual for his tastes to vary from day to day. He kept an eye on her closely, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly as he considered his options from here on out... ...If he were to compliment her excessively, would that be enough to summon her short, ill-tempered protégé? Frankly, Dazai wasn't quite sure as to what extent of protectiveness the irritating hat-rack harbored for his adoptive guardian, though he suspected if he or anyone else were to try anything funny with the ever-so refined and proper executive, Chuuya would be there in an instant to smash their skulls in... that is, if Kouyou didn't end up slashing their throats first. Oh yes— he was well-aware of the femme's dislike of flirts and such, seeing as she'd had to deal with a good number of unsavoury men in the past. With what he's about to do, he figure's that there's a chance he'll get himself killed — and that, of course, made it all the more worth it.
"Mm, it's just some old bottle of Haramo Vintage Koshu I found lying about— it's hardly worth your attention." Dazai paused, giving her yet another brief once-over, before allowing for a flattering tone to smoothly lace his voice as he lightly commented, "Ah, and Kouyou-nee, might I say that you look utterly ravishing today~?" Once again, that horribly teasing glint of his whenever he meant to cause mischief manifested in his gaze as he fixed the oriental creature with an expectant look. While he wasn't anticipating some massive blush to pass over her features (as lovely as that would be, it wasn't likely, given the other's impressive ability to maintain her composure), he did expect a scathing remark of some sort. Perhaps she'd tell him to take a dive off a cliff — and what a charming prospect, that would be. Her suggestions as to what he could do to himself to ensure he died and stayed dead never ceased to amuse him.
The youth would've loved to stay silent and keep his attention fixated on the pretty, almost doll-like caporegime at least until he received an answer, but Higuchi's words then pervaded his thoughts, followed closely by a muffled series of coughs. Straightening to a certain degree, the boss would casually throw a glance to the right — acknowledging the lioness's short statement with a brisk nod, before shifting his gaze to the dark, somewhat sickly-looking figure that stood in the doorway. As Akutagawa moved to stand beside his respective lieutenant, Dazai would quirk a metaphorical brow, as he offered a hasty apology, and made a comment on the incompetence of one of the felines he'd sent out to fetch those he needed to see. "Huhh, is that so...?" he mused, briefly shutting his eyes in a moment of thought. Well... that certainly wouldn't do, now would it? Call him a hypocrite, but he didn't appreciate the vice of sloth as it manifested in other individuals. "I'll deal with him later, then..." Yes, he would just have a simple talk with the boy after this was over... three minutes was really all Dazai figured he would need to convince him that it would be a good idea—and far more beneficial to his health—to overcome his timid nature, and make more of an effort to do as he was told.
Seeing as he had just about greeted everyone present now, the dusk-hued male then made to seat himself comfortably on his haunches, raising a paw to idly readjust the bandages that were threatening to slip off his head, while remarking, "My, my, Chuuya's awfully late, isn't he? Perhaps we should get started without him--he's probably off in one of the bars, wasting all the energy he ought to be using to make himself grow taller on yelling embarrassing things and smashing wine glasses, instead~."
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