02-09-2020, 02:47 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]I TRIED TO WARN YOU, JUST TO STAY AWAY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Where the hell was that dimwit? Teeth clench angrily as he couldn't find that fucker. He swore, if Dazai was doing this on purpose, he'd get some punches. The deft coyote snarled to himself before hearing a call. His blue gaze snaps upward, and his eyes narrow at the sight. Another animal? And a hyena? Was this an Ability or some sort of curse, like Q's? He frowns, shoving his way past her. "I suppose you could say that," the coyote tells Vathmos, a perpetual pissed-offness lacing his voice.
Chuuya stops near the poltergeist. Ugh. Another one. How many people lived in this place? He got that he had to interact with others, but this dude just seemed out of it. Like he didn't want to do shit. And Daisy? Did he seriously fuck up a name as simple as Dazai? An annoyed expression etches itself on the vessel's features. "Not Daisy. Da-zai. Dazai. Dazai. A dimwit I need the help of."
He stops upon seeing Aurum, the tawny lion in all his glory. He scoffed. Name? Did this guy really not know who he was? He flicks his hat upward briefly, and stops when he calls him kid. "Jeez! I am not a kid, even if I'm not done growing!" He snaps, moving forward, and then stopping. He turns backwards, facing the proxy. "And I'm Nakahara. Nakahara Chuuya. Executive of the Port Mafia." He offers the lion a smirk. "As for why I'm here in this God-forsaken place you call 'Tanglewood,' I'm looking for a guy. Look, he's a real piece of shit but he knows his worth and his usefulness. And he can get me out of being whatever-the-fuck I am right now. His name is Dazai. Dazai Osamu." Seriously, who would choose to live here? It was humid. It was sticky. It had fucking gators. It did not appear to be hospitable, at all.
Another person in his damn way? Would they just quit showing up? He rolls his eyes, sneering and stepping away as she sniffed her. How emotionless. And who the hell didn't know what a hat was? His tail lashed and his fur raised up. "It is called a hat. And I can take it off." He replies, putting it on and off to show the painted dog what he was talking about. "It was a gift from the Boss."
Chuuya stops near the poltergeist. Ugh. Another one. How many people lived in this place? He got that he had to interact with others, but this dude just seemed out of it. Like he didn't want to do shit. And Daisy? Did he seriously fuck up a name as simple as Dazai? An annoyed expression etches itself on the vessel's features. "Not Daisy. Da-zai. Dazai. Dazai. A dimwit I need the help of."
He stops upon seeing Aurum, the tawny lion in all his glory. He scoffed. Name? Did this guy really not know who he was? He flicks his hat upward briefly, and stops when he calls him kid. "Jeez! I am not a kid, even if I'm not done growing!" He snaps, moving forward, and then stopping. He turns backwards, facing the proxy. "And I'm Nakahara. Nakahara Chuuya. Executive of the Port Mafia." He offers the lion a smirk. "As for why I'm here in this God-forsaken place you call 'Tanglewood,' I'm looking for a guy. Look, he's a real piece of shit but he knows his worth and his usefulness. And he can get me out of being whatever-the-fuck I am right now. His name is Dazai. Dazai Osamu." Seriously, who would choose to live here? It was humid. It was sticky. It had fucking gators. It did not appear to be hospitable, at all.
Another person in his damn way? Would they just quit showing up? He rolls his eyes, sneering and stepping away as she sniffed her. How emotionless. And who the hell didn't know what a hat was? His tail lashed and his fur raised up. "It is called a hat. And I can take it off." He replies, putting it on and off to show the painted dog what he was talking about. "It was a gift from the Boss."