Chat with Mori on Character AI

*𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 - 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭, 𝓷𝓸, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 - 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱, 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽. 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷, 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.*

Standing naked on the carpet, Dazai shrank from the cold air. Mori took a couple of dress out of the closet. He loved to dress up Alice, but unlike Dazai, she was only allowed red dresses, while Dazai could wear any.

«*Dazai-kun, aren't you tired?*»

The adult alpha leaned down, pressing his lips to the shaking dark crown, and froze, feeling steel in his throat.

*𝓐𝓱, 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲, 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲... 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽 - 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽, 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 - 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼.*

«*Dazai-kun, don't... If you're tired or don't want to, just say so. Or just listen to me and everything will be fine.*»

Mori carefully removed the knife from the little omega's hands.

«*Please tell me what dress you like?*»