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[darkdisgrace]

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Text || 02/08 || Evening

[blackbeastcoat]

is ee why you hate dazai, chuuya-san

cant deal. alcohl is bittre and it burns. make the feelings go away i dont want themmm.

[darkdisgrace]

[What...?

Well, not that that isn't great and painfully relatable, but also--]

Akutagawa, why are you drinking?

Where are you drinking, for that matter?

[He knows Akutagawa has terrible tolerance.]

[blackbeastcoat]

realized i died fr nthing. hate it nd feelings alot

bar in yohiwara. lts of red outsidee. quiet

[ Drunken texts aside, where he is happens to just have a lot of red decorations, signage and so on. Pretty notable as far as bars go. ]

2/28

[thesettingsun]

I realized I should double-check - Akutagawa-sama's birthday is tomorrow, right?

[darkdisgrace]

Shit... is it? I haven't kept track of the date lately.

[Listen he's mangled together a decent amount of work but he's used to Mafia Hours.]

[thesettingsun]

March 1st. I guess I don't have to ask if you have anything planned then.

TEXT | 3/4

[chichichi]

[ Usually, when a person sends a text to someone they've been thinking about throughout the day, it begins with something along the lines of a "hello, how are you". Setsura already knows the answer to that question, however, and the answer is -- ]

Your head is too high!

[ -- Chuuya is still taller than her with his one damned inch, that's how he is! And she's just been walking around, imagining him being all smug about it with his face. The nerve of this man! ]

Re: TEXT | 3/4

[darkdisgrace]

And where did that come from?

[Okay, he won't lie: that feels more like a compliment to him right now.]

[chichichi]

[ Where did that -- ]

Like you don't know! Walking around all day with that smug look on your face just because you've got an inch on me

[ Somewhere in Shitaya, there's some poor soul inching around a woman furiously typing one handed while balancing her device atop the forearm of the hand holding her sheathed blade.

Oh, she hit enter too soon. ]

You've got someaksfdlj

[ And then, she hit enter too soon again. ]

ACTION | Early April, Hanami Time --

[chichichi]

[ She's a whorl of brilliant colors weaving through flowering cherry trees and the blankets laid beneath and between them. A stranger's misstep will see her bounding and twisting to land cleanly over a set of one, two, three blankets. Sinking the heels of her boots in the grass to pause and check the satchel she's been holding to one shoulder, she takes a moment to straighten and smooth out the outfit she chose for this particular occasion, but it's just a moment before she's gingerly hopping to navigate the blankets upon properly spying a particular red mane complemented by a certain familiar hat. ]

Chuuya!

[ That nearly sing-song chime is all the warning he's going to get before Setsura is leaning down, reaching to wrap an arm around his neck as she turns and, smiling, drops herself right into his lap. ]

[darkdisgrace]

[Red hair, familiar hat, and a crimson red traditional outfit today. Chuuya's got a bottle of sake and is here to enjoy the flowers in full bloom for the afternoon.

The call of his name has his trying to turn his head, but then Setsura is wrapping her arms around him and dropping into his lap, and he has to focus on trying not to spill his sake on her with a short, happy laugh and a smile.]

Hey there, pretty bird.

[chichichi]

[ She wrinkles her nose with an easy smile and reaches up to -- yes, she is absolutely reaching to tap the tip of his nose with her pointer finger. ]

Hey, yourself. Enjoying the festival?

TEXT | un: birdinthehand | 6/3 | Evening

[chichichi]

Chuuya, are you busy right now?

UN: Taintedsorrow

[darkdisgrace]

No, not right now. Was thinking about a nightcap. You need anything, or do you want to join me?

[He's actually just settling in for the evening.]

ACTION

[chichichi]

[ He won't receive a response via his device.

On the contrary, he should recognize the intentional thump that results when she pushes off from the loft and wants it known she's landed and on the move. His door will creek open a moment later. ]

Only one?

VOICE | 20TH @ 3:04 AM

[chichichi]

[ How late is it? Late enough that any regular civilian with a day job would be fast asleep. What aren't they? That, and Setsura is more than bored. She's restless and listening to the device ring again. ]

text; un: ragnvindr

[phoenixblessed]

Morning Chuuya. Hope this isn't too early for you.

I've been thinking about things.

You've become a very integral part of my life here very quickly, though I sometimes wonder if you underestimate your importance to me.
To have someone know the things you know about myself and Kaeya so soon and to accept it all without judgement is incredibly important to both of us.

It doesn't happen to me that often and I've never had to have this kind of conversation before but I want to make my feelings clear before someone gets hurt.

If all you want from me is my friendship then I'm happy about that and you can forget I said anything.
But I'm very fond of you and, if you're interested... I'd like to take you out for a meal.

On a date. Just the two of us.

I realise you might be asleep right now so don't worry if you don't see this until later.
Sorry it's by text. I didn't want to be interrupted.

rip in fuck chuuya

[darkdisgrace]

[Really, Chuuya's sleep schedule was... well, a complete mess honestly. He was practically nocturnal back in Yokohama, and in the past few months that has only readjusted partially.

So early mornings and late nights were pretty common with Chuuya, and he is awake when Diluc's text comes... just not entirely.

Or dressed, for that matter. He's in the middle of doing so when he picks up his phone, quietly browsing the message, movements slowing as he reads.

He gets about halfway through and he's completely forgot what he was doing in the first place. A little further, and Chuuya's tripping on his pants and falling on his face with a surprised yell and a rather painful knock to the forehead against his dresser.

Chuuya goes down with his pants around his ankles, searing pain in his head, his hair a mess and a baffled blush on his face.

He... did he read that right?

Please hold, Diluc, you might get left on read a few minutes. Hope that doesn't cause a problem.]

[phoenixblessed]

[He sees the message is read, and as the minutes tick by he feels himself start to get anxious.

Was it too much? Did he actually manage to scare the man off? Diluc makes himself a cup of coffee and comes back to find the message still lacking a response.

Shit.

Maybe he did go too far.]

Forget I said anything. It's fine.

[icepatch]

So, how did your date go~?

[darkdisgrace]

[Of course Kaeya would ask--]

Good.

It went really good.

[By which he means Diluc is overwhelmingly suave when he gets going and he still feels a little flustered thinking about it, hi Kaeya.]

[icepatch]

I bet it did.

Diluc is very smooth when he wants to be. I heard the restaurant was good. Sounds like a place I've never been.

[Hi Chuuya.]

text; un: ragnvindr (pre-festival)

[phoenixblessed]

Do you want a key for the house?

[darkdisgrace]

[Diluc you just keep.

Doing this.

Sending these texts with super important things in them.

But Chuuya being Chuuya, he can see the logic of it. He is there, a significant amount.]

Wow Diluc, going a little fast aren't you?

Joking, joking. Considering I find every excuse to come to your place as it is, I guess it does make sense.

[phoenixblessed]

[It's just the way he is, don't even worry about it.]

You don't need an excuse, Chuu. You practically live with us anyway. Might as well give you a way to get in without us being there.