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[foundfate]

[The shop had finally settled again. It was a bit of a relief, because it hadn't anchored to a world in nearly two weeks, and Watanuki's food stores had started to run low. A shopping trip would be in order, mostly to replenish his nonperishable before the shop set out looking for another world in need of his help.

Usually Watanuki could guess when a move was about to happen, but sometimes it happened out of the blue. Like this last move, which had come so soon after arriving in the previous world. That usually meant that his services were in dire need and that people's souls were calling out to him, even if they didn't quite know it themselves yet. Watanuki would just have to wait for them to come to him.

His first visitor, at least, wouldn't take too long to get there. Watanuki always had a sense of when someone was to arrive, and as soon as the shop's gates had opened and revealed itself to the busy streets of Yokohama he had felt the impending arrival of a customer. It was enough to pique his interest, because he didn't usually get a visitor on the same day after a shop move. Someone was very perceptive, it seemed.

By the time his guest would arrive, Watanuki had already set up some tea in one of the sitting rooms. The summer was at its end, and the cool breeze felt nice enough that Watanuki had decided to open the movable doors to reveal the backyard, which was still bathed in the greens of summer. They could stay cool without the need of an air conditioner that way.

From there, he waited. He had a feeling that his guest was a particularly clever one, so he felt sure that they would find their way to the sitting room on their own.]

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[foundfate]

It's nothing physical to it. Rather, the weaponsmith would work with the weapon's soul to make it more willing to accept your ability. You felt resistance when using Doumeki's bow, did you not? That was because that weapon is attuned to Doumeki's soul.

A weapon will become naturally attuned to its user over time, but 'time' is something we don't have much of. The process could take a decade or more if the weapon is particularly fickle. The smith I have in mind for this will speed up the process considerably.

On the outside, they will look the same as always. It is an internal change that will occur.

[Watanuki's fingers twitched slightly. He was itching to smoke his pipe, but it was inside the store currently. Damn.]

[neverwashere]

Tsukumogami?

[Another instance wherein an object's soul was mentioned. Dazai drank and poured himself another cup, as well as filling his host's. If someone like Watanuki, who emphasized the inevitable, was in a rush to prepare, in addition to the things he'd already mentioned earlier... yeah. Something big was coming.

Mind, he wouldn't mind if Watanuki ducked inside for a bit to get his pipe. Dazai had recovered enough to walk home, anyway, and he did need to get those guns out of their hiding place.

Naturally, his next visit was late in the afternoon, thanks to having to deal with a minor hangover when he woke up around lunchtime.]

[foundfate]

[The response to that question was a nod. Though Odasaku's guns weren't a hundred years old yet, the idea was roughly the same.

He didn't pursue Dazai when the man left for the night, either. He would be back, Watanuki knew as much already.

The next day when Dazai did come around, Watanuki was wearing a simple kimono as he worked on airing out some blankets and futons on the clothesline in the backyard. The two girls were helping as well, laughing as they beat the futons with large sticks.

There was also what appeared to be a yellow scarf hanging around Watanuki's neck, but if Dazai looked more closely he would see that it was made of fur, not cotton.]

Ah, you've come earlier than I expected. Please wait for a bit, I'll have drinks prepared once we're done with-

[And he promptly gets gut-punched through a blanket by one of the girls 'accidentally' hitting him from on the other side of the blanket. Give him a moment, that totally knocked the wind out of him.]

Rou is just Watanuki's personal fashion show.

[neverwashere]

[Fur-lined clothing items weren't new.

Dazai would make fun of Watanuki for picking such a tacky accessory - even this guy, it seemed, had his off days - but that came after, y'know. Smiling brightly and raising a hand, without a trace of sympathy on his expression.

Look, he worked with Kunikida and Yosano. This sort of routine was ordinary.]

Yo! You'd be the first to call me punctual. It's a pity recording you isn't in the best interest of your safety, or I'd have done so already. One of my coworkers would've been so scandalized!

[Yep.

On his shoulder, by the way, was a knapsack stuffed with old, clean socks. He had to conceal the shape of the metal case somehow.]

P much. I'll never run out of outfits for him. There's even matching outfits too!

[foundfate]

As if I would put up with a recording!

[He tried to sound threatening as he said that, but mostly he gave off the appearance of a hissing cat. But hey, he was finding his breath again at least?

The mention of Kunikida was apt here too. Watanuki, when provoked, definitely resembled that man. He even had glasses like him too.

The girls also didn't help Watanuki up off the ground, and he instead had to push himself up. He leaned against the pole for the clothesline once he was on his feet, though, as he was still recovering from that precision strike.]

[neverwashere]

[Still winded? Ah well. Dazai could wait. He's just that nice.]

You must suck at marathons.

Besides, that recording isn't for you, unless you're some sort of vampire that doesn't show up on reflective surfaces. Wouldn't you want to be my character reference and the sole living witness of me at my best behavior?

[foundfate]

Of course I would suck at a marathon, do you really see me as running around at all here?

[The yard of the shop is small, after all.

But yes, Watanuki was straightening up before too long. There was a purpose to Dazai's visit, after all. ]

Are you saying you only behave for me? No wonder you would need a witness to show your co-workers.

[neverwashere]

You're pretty energetic right now, aren't you?

[He'd follow Watanuki inside, if that was where the shopkeeper was headed. Any signs of that weapon smith?]

And now, now, don't be like that. Or is this you declaring a preference for my naughty side?

[foundfate]

[He was indeed headed inside, and off to the kitchen in fact. There was a phone hanging on the wall, which was his destination. ]

Your 'naughty side' is tame enough to be disappointing.

[neverwashere]

And how would you know? Did you imagine me in such a scenario? Extremely kinky BDSM might not fit my image, but I might just surprise you.

[Really, he didn't care to prove anything; riling Watanuki up was just amusing.

And oho, a telephone in a shop that appeared in other worlds. How exactly did this work?]

[foundfate]

[Dazai would find out in a moment, but not quite yet. Because Watanuki was calling that bluff.

Watanuki paused, phone in hand, and slowly looked back to Dazai. He seemed to be studying the man for a moment. Then he abruptly reached out with his hand to grab some part of Dazai in an attempt to drag him closer. His chin was preferable, but the front of the shirt or a sleeve would work too. And if he was successful, he would spend a long few seconds carefully studying Dazai up close, like he was judging him for kinky possibilities.]

[neverwashere]

[Watanuki would be successful with that chin grab, because no one ever touched Dazai's face outside of interrogations. The move was so abrupt, in fact, that Dazai actually blanked out for a second, stumbling a step, causing him to stoop a few inches to meet Watanuki at eye level.]

...eh?

[He blinked. Wait, wasn't this a touch too intimate?

Dazai's eyes widened. To his horror, his cheeks began to warm, though the twist in his chest was enough to kick his brain back into gear in time for a comeback.]

Are you asserting yourself as the dom in this relationship?

[foundfate]

[The touch may have been intimate, but that was the point. Watanuki could invade personal spaces when it suited him, and Dazai was being annoying enough for him to do it.

And it really was an intimate move. Something about Watanuki's gaze made it seem like he was staring right through Dazai's eyes and into his very soul. Given his ability to 'see that which was not normally seen', it was possible that's actually what he was doing.

But after a moment he sighs and lets go, answering Dazai's question flippantly.]

Someone would have to be. You're a complete, 100%, no denying it, bottom.

[Well that certainly was something?]

[neverwashere]

[Talk about an invasion of privacy on two levels.

Time to play tit for tat, with Dazai reaching up to pinch both of Watanuki's cheeks. This had the bonus of helping hin regain his footing - look at who was looming over whom, now.]

Oi, oi, oi, Mr. I-Have-Better-Suitors. Is this part of some non-traditional omiai interview that I'm not aware of?

[foundfate]

[Watanuki flinched at the pinching, but really it was more annoying than anything. His hands immediately went up to cover Dazai's in hopes of pulling them off of his face.]

Of course not, I'm not in the market for a bride!

[It was at that point that the fuzzy scarf around Watanuki's neck finally moved. A tiny fox-head poked out from where it had been resting, and it made an angry squeak before bopping its head against Dazai's arm.]

It seems the Nakodo doesn't approve of you anyway.

[neverwashere]

Eh!?

[The fur boa was alive! The bop wasn't actually painful, though Dazai did take a step back, clutching his arm and leaning back in dramatic fashion. What sorrow! What despair and utter misery this afternoon has come to!]

Ahh, I've been rejected! By an angry squeaky fur accessory, no less! [He hugged his knapsack, because it was the 'safety blanket' within reach, and pressed his face on it while giving loud, fake sobs.] How could you?

[foundfate]

[The squeaky fur accessory proceeded to squeak some more in Dazai's direction, even after he had taken a step back. Watanuki stood there, unbothered by the squeaking.]

That's Mugetsu, and he is one of my oldest friends. Anyone interested in being a suitor needs to win his approv- GAH!

[So much for his lecture on doing right by his friends. While Watanuki was mid-sentence, Mugetsu had seemingly finished with squeaking at Dazai and had dove right down the front of Watanuki's kimono.]

[neverwashere]

[Oh my. How cozy.

Dazai peeked out from behind the knapsack and slyly pointed at the lump of Mugetsu.]

Your Nakodo seems to be biased.

Motion to find an impartial judge, your honor.

[Yes, there was something wrong with that line.

Shhh.]

[foundfate]

He is not biased!

[Mugetsu is absolutely biased.]

It's not like that! He's a good friend who has remained at the shop with me for some time. He's also a pipefox and literally a fox spirit and I'm not a furry!

[neverwashere]

Ahh. I said nothing of the sort.

[And he absolutely hadn't.]

Is this what you mean by me being tame? Certainly, I wouldn't dare make such a controversial suggestion, lest I besmirch your honor. Your pool of possible fiances is restricted as it is!

[foundfate]

[There was a long, long pause before Watanuki answered that.]

I changed my mind. I'm not calling in a favor to get your weapons attuned to your soul.

[And then he hung the phone up rather roughly for dramatic effect.

Nevermind that he had hung it up before, and he had to actually pick it up off the hook before slamming it back down.]

[neverwashere]

[Well, well. Either Dazai was toeing the limit, or Watanuki was genuinely offended.

The phone slam was just petty, though.]

Maa, maa, maa, let's not be hasty. [Dazai gave him his most charming smile and slung the knapsack over his shoulder.] I hadn't meant to insult you, or dig too deep on a potentially sensitive subject.

Besides, isn't this part of your preparations for what might be inevitable? I'd hate to get in the way of managing this precarious situation we may find ourselves in.

[foundfate]

[Moreso toeing the limit. If Watanuki could yell still, then he wasn't genuinely mad. No, he was one to fear when he got quiet. Dazai would find that out later, though.]

Sweet-talking won't work, you know.

[But damnit, he was right. This was a preparation that needed to be done for his sake as well, so he couldn't just call the whole thing off. What a position to be in.]

...Fine. Express remorse for teasing me, and I'll forgive you.

[But he had already apologized??? Or was Watanuki overlooking that?]

[neverwashere]

[Watanuki wanted to be indulged, did he? Oh, very well. Dazai could oblige.

By getting on his knee and extending one hand, the other pressed to his chest.

See those shoujo sparkles? They're remorseful ones.]

Then, I sincerely beg for your forgiveness, o mercifully kind and wonderful shopkeeper. This humbled one would be grateful for you overlooking this incident.

[foundfate]

[Of course, he should have expected something like this.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed for Dazai once more to try and yank him to his feet. ]

Fine, fine! Just stop the sparkling thing! You're giving me a headache.