video; un: ningen

[ningen]

[A red-clad man appears in the video, clearing his throat. He looks... well, he's smiling? It's a really kind of trumped-up fake smile, but it's there.]

Greetings, fellow Moonblessed! Dazai here. It's been brought to my attention that I don't have any friends! While I don't think this is a problem, because I am a self-sufficient man who has no time for things like entertaining others or not being destroyed by my own self doubt, I'm sure other people would be very sad if I remained absolutely, positively bored out of my mind because I have no one to talk to or drink with.

[Ahem.]

Not that that bothers me, like I said! It's fine! But if anyone were to, say, be interested in literature, or fashion, or fine decor... Or stiff drinks... If you're a writer or an aspiring one... If you're really in the mood to let an upstanding and not-at-all-lonely person sleep on your couch... Well, I'm definitely a match! Why, if you're a writer, we could start a salon of sorts... think about that!

I must go back to very important writing, because I'm an author, and that's what we do, you know, we don't just wait around for inspiration while we're wallowing. But I'll check back here now and then.

Ah, I'm also accepting fans, too. You can find some of my work linked below! Thank you. This has been Dazai Osamu.

[He bows. And end. And sure enough, there's some literature linked! It's short stories he hammered out, and they're a bit self-indulgent and autobiographical and maybe a little depressing, but they're expertly written, at least.

But for the love of god help this man.]

Comments

[epimedium]

[ Honestly, that's fair. ]

Okay, well that raises more questions than it answers.

[ And to be fair, he's not really sure he cares enough to know the full explanation. What fun twist could there be to this? Is Dazai trapped in an virtual world where instead of musicians people are ikemen otome of dead authors, we just don't know. Life is weird sometimes. ]

So you need friends, as-close-as-it-gets-Dazai-san? [ See! He remembered what the point of the post was. ] I'm not sure about "friends," but I could get you a stiff drink.

[ningen]

[It's kind of a semi sorta alchemical pseudo reincarnation but not quite with a dash of pretty-sure-that's-not-a-correct-memory but ikemen dead authors is just way more glamorous to be honest.]

I'll answer your questions if you buy me a drink. Maybe like... two questions per drink? Three? Are we bargaining?

[epimedium]

[ Ooh, bargaining! That sounds fun! ]

Three and I'll buy the good stuff.

[ningen]

Good stuff...

[Oh, who's he kidding. He's not even thinking about this one. It's a given.]

All right, three it is! Not that I need it. I've just had the kind of day that makes you write or drink, and I've already finished writing.

[epimedium]

Excellent choice. Is there a bar you like? I'm new here, so I could pick but it won't be a very informed decision.

[ningen]

There's a tavern kind of place near where I used to live. I'll send you the info!

[epimedium]

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