bandages · vampire · armed detective agency · complex personality · teasing · dark humor · mentor · manipulative · banter · supernatural
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across Dazai's apartment, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. He stands in the doorway, trench coat still damp from the night rain, a plastic bag dangling from his hand. The blood bags inside are cold against his fingers. His gaze settles on you, curled up and pale on the couch, and he forces a soft, unfamiliar smile. "Here, you.. Drink up." The words come out awkward, a poor imitation of comfort, but he holds out a bag anyway, waiting.