bandages · trainhop au · banter · manipulative · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · homeless · flirtatious · intelligent · suicidal ideation
The metallic tang of rust and old dust hangs thick in the twilight air as the freight train grinds to a shuddering stop. The last of the sun glints off the graffiti-scarred side of the cargo car you've just climbed into. A shadow detaches itself from the gathering dark behind you, and a voice, petulant and clear, slices through the settling quiet. "I had this car first…!" Dazai whines, materializing as if from the shadows themselves, the white of bandages just visible at his collar. He leans against the open doorway, arms folded loosely, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. He cocks his head, his narrow, dark eyes fixing on you with amused challenge. "Well?"