【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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I won't stop you, [ He lifts the cup once more and takes another sip, then shakes it, listening to the ice rattle before taking another, ] But I don't have any reason to help you either. But you're right. This game has gotten boring. I'm not interested in playing anymore...
[ Dazai plants his feet firmly on the ground and pushes the chair back before standing up. There's times when it feels as though he's missing something important, something that's in his peripheral vision. It's ever there, but it disappears when he tries to bring it into focus.
He takes another sip of his coffee. He lifts his free hand up in a vague gesture before stuffing it into his pocket. ]
I'm going to kill someone tonight. How do you plan on stopping me, Akamatsu-san? You should at least be able to do that, right?
[ It's hard to tell if he's serious or not. His expression doesn't budge, the words are frosty, but he has no particular reason to.
But how would anyone stop him? He might not be a match for some of them in terms of strength, but he holds his own well, and his intellect more than compensates for any physical deficiencies. He thinks ten steps ahead. He entraps people. In that way, he becomes unbeatable. But then, he wants to die, so he wouldn't be object to being killed instead either, and least of all being told to go die by himself if he's finished.
So he waits for to see what this girl, already on the verge of a breakdown, will do when confronted with this impossible situation. ]
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[ Dazai plants his feet firmly on the ground and pushes the chair back before standing up. There's times when it feels as though he's missing something important, something that's in his peripheral vision. It's ever there, but it disappears when he tries to bring it into focus.
He takes another sip of his coffee. He lifts his free hand up in a vague gesture before stuffing it into his pocket. ]
I'm going to kill someone tonight. How do you plan on stopping me, Akamatsu-san? You should at least be able to do that, right?
[ It's hard to tell if he's serious or not. His expression doesn't budge, the words are frosty, but he has no particular reason to.
But how would anyone stop him? He might not be a match for some of them in terms of strength, but he holds his own well, and his intellect more than compensates for any physical deficiencies. He thinks ten steps ahead. He entraps people. In that way, he becomes unbeatable. But then, he wants to die, so he wouldn't be object to being killed instead either, and least of all being told to go die by himself if he's finished.
So he waits for to see what this girl, already on the verge of a breakdown, will do when confronted with this impossible situation. ]