Anyone else remember an obsession with a creature called a sugar glider in the early 2010s? I have a rich cousin and her rich friends were obsessed with them. Maybe it was a weird local thing
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ID: A digital drawing of Count Dracula from Bram Stoker's Dracula. He is a skinny white man with white hair, bushy eyebrows, a bushy moustache, and pointed ears. He is wearing a lizard onesie with the mouth open around his face. The onesie is green with yellow teeth and yellow spikes down the back, and with a red interior lining and red eyes. He is wearing red scaled boots and holding a red lizard-shaped handbag. He is pouting and brusing his hair back from his face, walking down the hall of his castle like he's on a catwalk. He is wearing green eyeliner and a tasteful red lip. The background is mostly empty, shades of grey and green showing two windows letting in light. Above him, an excerpt from a Dracula Daily email reads: "15 May. - Once again have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion."
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Dazai's playful grin falters as you chastise him once more, the words punctuated with his name. His last name, once again.
"Why don't you ever call me by my first name?"
Your playful attitude freezes at his question, your fake pout dropping as you turn slack jawed. "W-what?" A stutter passes through your lips as you just continue to stare.
"We've been dating for a few months now, and you never call me by my name." He plays off his words as a joke, something to fluster you, but with the way his fingers slightly pinch and pull at the edges of his bandages, you can tell he's being vulnerable.
An embarrassed blush decorates your face as you just continue to stare at him.
"I'd like it if you'd call me by my name, love." His flirting isn't helpful. From vulnerable fidgets to a cocky grin, Dazai (for once) inaccurately pegs your blush as a flustered reaction, likely feeling shy at the notion he'd now mentioned.
Inaccurate, because it wasn't a matter of not feeling ready, or close enough, but rather because-
"...What's your first name..?"
-you'd forgotten.
Dazai's eyes widen in a rare expression of genuine shock, his movements pausing at your timid question. The embarrassed blush decorating your face that had briefly fooled Dazai only began to grow.
You bury your face in the palms of your hands and let out a groan as Dazai begins laughing: a genuine, gut laugh that you rarely got to hear.
"It's Osamu," he says politely, not wanting to make you any more embarrassed. As you look up from the palms of your hands, you notice Osamu's soft expression and let out a sigh of relief.
You grin. "Nice to meet you, Osamu."
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