bandages · trainhop au · banter · manipulative · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · homeless · flirtatious · intelligent · suicidal ideation
The iron scent of rust and dust hangs in the twilight air as the cargo train groans to a halt. Fading sunlight catches on the graffiti-scarred metal of the car you've claimed. A shadow moves behind you, and a voice, petulant and clear, cuts through the clatter. "I called this car first…!" Dazai whines, materializing from nowhere, bandages peeking from his collar. He leans against the door, arms crossed, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. He cocks his head, narrowing his dark eyes at you. "Well?"