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Fyodor was not happy. Yes, he had successfully quenched Dazai’s urge to go outside but they had been followed by watchful eyes the entire time. Seriously, he had let those disgusting ability users live, couldn’t they just leave him and Dazai alone?
They must be some of the most selfish creatures alive. First they infested the world, and now they’re breaking into his home and spying on him!
Not only did he have the problem of the ability users, but Dazai had been acting off too. Had he perhaps noticed their tail and recognised them? That could pose a serious problem. Unless Dazai told him how he remembered them and he figured out a way to spin the memory in a negative light… Yes, that could work well. The only problem was getting Dazai to tell him. Unfortunately, he was certain there was no way he could do that without arousing a great amount of suspicion. He strolled through the halls, wringing his hands in thought.
He was halfway to the living room when he noticed something moving. Another Camera. He audibly sighed at the stupidity, why try again when they’ve already been thwarted? Either they were truly ignorant, or they were plotting something. He knew that the smart one had managed to survive, so it was clearly him doing the planning. If only he had eradicated them all, like the vile vermin they are.
Alas, that just means that he’ll have to plot too. They probably plan to cause a sense of panic in him, since they have obviously discovered that he has Dazai with him. So, he just has to not panic. He will keep ‘stumbling’ upon these cameras but make sure that it only happens when he and Dazai are together, and Dazai is placid, to show them how much better off Dazai is with him. He’ll show them just how useless they are, how helpless. These fools don’t know what’s coming for them. Oh how fun this shall be.
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Dazai had fun while they were shopping, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was someone watching him, that there was something else at play. It felt like there were eyes boring into the back of his head at all times. Seriously creepy. At least he was in his own clothes now, just a simple black button up and light gray cargo pants. Was it very fashionable? No, not really. But it was comfortable, and his, and it already felt way better than the clothes Fyodor had gotten him, no matter how soft the fabric was.
He appreciated the effort Fyodor was going through to take care of him but it was a little… too much. But hey, it seemed like Fyodor was easing up a bit on how heavily he’s been guarding Dazai from everything since he got to go outside yesterday. Maybe they can turn that into a weekly thing.
Ah well, those were thoughts for later. Right now he wanted to focus on the red beeping light in the corner of his room.
He approached and picked it up…
A camera?