[Ugh. It's very tempting to push Dazai away, especially since he can feel the faint brush of Dazai's lips against his neck a he speaks. Chuuya can't quite hide the way his breath catches just slightly at the sensation, but he won't comment on it.
He did call him, after all.
Such a statement has layers, so many layer between them. Far too many to pry apart or look at in the morning light. But Chuuya will run his fingers through Dazai's hair, bare of gloves, in an idle touch.
(but finding a home on top of the other, hidden by layers of blankets and warmth, unspoken dependency and need of the other is fine. like that will erase everything that's happening here.
he might as well just sink his face further against his skin. it's warm.)
[Just a peck, barely even there, it doesn't count!
There's nothing happening here if they don't talk about it. If they don't point out how nice it feels to be close to each other, how comforting, then it doesn't have to mean anything.
It doesn't, even if it does.
Dazai is so warm and solid against him, and it makes Chuuya feel content in a way he doesn't want to acknowledge, so he doesn't. He just basks in it for the moment.]
Hey! Are you complaining about it?! You truly ARE a chicken.
(he wanted more, but SOMEONE didn't help him out on it. it doesn't work if only one is tossing their pride aside, does it?that's why chuuya gets a little more squeezed, a little more attached to dazai before he suddenly loosens the grip.
back to peaceful, moving his head around the hand, as if he was guiding it to where he wants it to be.)
All I'm saying is if you kiss all your girlfriends like that, I'm amazed you get laid.
[And it was barely a peck, when Chuuya wasn't actually expecting it! So. But there's no heat in his voice whatsoever.
He only rolls his eyes at the squeezing, yet even with all the barbs his hand does shift to follow Dazai's guidance to where he wants to be pet, perfectly obliging. It is peaceful, and Chuuya isn't inclined to break that peace.]
Do you think you deserve the best of me so I should have given you something better?
(if there's anyone who does, that would be chuuya. if one would ignore all the manipulation, all the deaths in dazai's hand of people chuuya cared about, all the times chuuya's saved him - he deserves it solely because dazai left him without so much as a goodbye.
he's not gonna think about it, not when he's getting what he wants - perhaps needs.)
[What the fuck Dazai. No really, what kind of question is that? Chuuya looks surprised for a moment, before shifting his eyes to look up at the ceiling above. For some reason, he feels like Dazai actually means that. It feel like something you'd ask a lover, not...]
No, I think a stupid peck on the lips as a gotcha moment barely even counts as a kiss.
[He rolls his eye, running his fingers through Dazai's hair. That feels like a safe answer, somehow.]
(whether he got the answer he wanted, or not at all, remains a mystery. he's done for the moment,so dazai simply stretches a little to sit next to him... and no, it was comfortable, this was safe, outside world bad, he returns right away to the neck.)
[Dazai can't you just say what you want for once!!
Probably not, but that's fine for now. Chuuya finally lower his gaze when Dazai shifts, something in his eyes almost resembling disappointment for a brief moment before Dazai proceeds to tuck himself right back where he was anyway.
He let out a snort, but his hand immediately returns to stroking through Dazai's hair as if it belongs there, undeniably affectionate.] Not like we've got anywhere to be, so having a lay in isn't a terrible idea right now.
(he was already resigned, deciding that pushing chuuya would probably not go anywhere, but he catches that look. he knows what it means, each expression on chuuya's face as transparent as they have ever been, with how much they seem to fuse and separate into two.
oh, well, it's fine. he's comfortable, and he'll pull chuuya to switch places with him, so he can be on top, with arms around him, and dazai can play with the red strands of hair, curling them around his fingers.)
[Dazai pulling them into a switch of places is a surprise, but a welcome one. Not that he can't handle Dazai's gangly weight, but it's nice to be on top, so to speak.
He settles with his chin on Dazai's chest, because it's warm, because he can feel Dazai breathing beneath him. It's nice in a way that is incredibly irritating.]
I somehow doubt you got a job that quickly.
[This is Dazai after all.
...The only problem with this position is it makes it very hard to avoid Dazai's gaze, or hide the contentment in his own expression. The fingers playing with his hair feel nice, a soft noise escaping Chuuya as he tilts his head just slightly in the direction of them, eyes falling half lidded.]
(dazai's better at hiding than chuuya is, but chuuya often can read beneath the masks. the redhead is not the only one who's happy about it.
soft hair, soft, soft hair. it's nice, he curls, he tucks, he releases it from the back of chuuya's ear, he curls again, while the other hand draws idle patterns on the small of the other's back before that is broken by a laugh.)
Who said it was a job?!
(chuuya's absolutely right, it definitely isn't a job, and once the giggles ceases, the petting returns.)
You slept well because of 'No Longer Human', I assume, correct? I'll put the two beds together, so you can be well-rested...
(doesn't he sound nice? he does. too nice. can't have that!)
And perhaps that will make you less irritating, Chuuya. It's a win-win.
[It's probably not that surprising to Dazai that Chuuya is incredible tactile, slowly melting into those touches like a cat in a sunbeam. He lets out his own bout of laughter at Dazai's protest, grinning.] Because I know you'd put off getting a proper job until the last second, obviously.
[Not that Chuuya has any defense there whatsoever. He's surprised, however, that Dazai openly acknowledges that next bit.] How did you...?
[Oh who is he kidding, of course Dazai knew. It wasn't as if his ability hurt him or anything, but... there was something subtly grounding about the feel of No Longer Human, especially after everything that had gone down back home.
The idea of keeping their beds close isn't actually unappealing at all, honestly.] As long as you aren't pulling pranks in my sleep, I'd be game. But it'd probably be safer, come to think of it.
[Between the two of them, they'd wake at the sound of just about anyone coming in here.]
But if you do pull any pranks on me while I'm sleeping, you'll find out exactly how 'irritating' I can get.
(with his fingers, long and gentle, the caress moves up and down chuuya's back, watching as he seems to be at his happiest. well-rested, getting just a tiny bit spoiled - a rarity in every way, right? his spare hand moves some of the hair that is on chuuya's face, only to see him better.)
Fine, fine, I'll pull pranks just as you wake up! It's good for me to have a rested Chuuya, don't worry.
[It is a rarity, but not one Chuuya is going to turn his nose up at. A good night's rest followed by this? He certainly feels spoiled, and Chuuya's always been a little bit of a hedonist at heart.
That he's getting this sort of attention from Dazai is certainly something, but he can't find it in himself to hate that much right now, beyond amazement the mackerel can actually behave.
And well, he also knows Dazai needs this just as much. In that quiet way they both just know each other, Chuuya know this is helping Dazai too. So basking in this contentment together, in the early morning hours... it's fine, right?]
When I wake up, I'll be able to kick your ass for any pranks you pull, so whatever. [It's said with a small yawn, his back arching just slightly into those fingers, eyes fluttering closed. Fuck but that felt so good. Why is that so good.]
Just remember who's handling breakfast later. You don't wanna piss off the cook, y'know.
(it does help dazai. in some weird place in his mind, he has both acknowledged and incinerated the fact that this feels weirdly right, and it has no right to be. why does it have to be chuuya that makes him feel this level of comfort, this level of safe, and this level of fleeting joy? he knows he can't really want this.
it will be lost if he does. so, this is a special little moment he won't accept as nice, he can lie to himself and to chuuya about just how this was solely for dazai's own benefit after spending so long locked in a glass cage.
ah, but his hand fits right around his waist. fuck this.)
You ruin my breakfast, you don't sleep for three days.
[Chuuya has mentally decided that he is too comfy to have a crisis about this right now, he'll wrestle with the fact that this is bafflingly nice later, when he's finally pried himself out of bed.
That is not going to be now. Or hopefully within the next hour. Fucking hell, he is way overdue for a vacation, this really does have no right to feel so comfortable.
He is still not moving. He shifts a little at that hand around his waist, reaches up to tug at one dark curl of hair, but doesn't budge beyond that.]
You can try to keep me awake with racket, but that might not go well for you either.
You think I haven't found drugs here yet? Maybe you don't know me that well.
(he sure has, they're well-stashed somewhere in this room, and chuuya might as well look, but he most likely won't find it. the tug makes him laugh, though, and he squishes chuuya against him as a revenge.)
[Chuuya's pretty sure Dazai doesn't plan on swallowing a handful of drugs today at least, if he's feeling forthcoming enough to tease him, but it's still good to know, since that's far from the only way Dazai uses drugs.]
This is why no one should trust your cooking, you put the weirdest shit in food.
[And then Dazai is squishing him, and Chuuya's breath comes out in an oof as his face squishes into Dazai's collarbone.] Geez, you're like an octopus!
(or maybe it's the msg, not him. he isn't planning on using them to get a glimpse from the afterlife today, but he might dabble to find a moment to sleep.
the chuckles echo the room, as he lets go of the other, but keeps the arms wrapped around.)
on rare occasion, but generally it's just weird or gross.
[Said in a pointed deadpan. Dazai is not allowed to cook, sorry not sorry.
He could pry Dazai's arms off if he really wanted to, but he actually doesn't at the moment. Instead, he settles once again, reaching up to muss the man's hair in punishment for the octosqueeze.]
(while chuuya wakes up so pretty, so peaceful, a calmer storm than he is, dazai's curls need a bit of moving here and there to untangle. the hands can be stuck in the mop like this, and the chuckle that leaves from his lips is genuine, wholehearted - it's getting more and more special like this...)
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[Ugh. It's very tempting to push Dazai away, especially since he can feel the faint brush of Dazai's lips against his neck a he speaks. Chuuya can't quite hide the way his breath catches just slightly at the sensation, but he won't comment on it.
He did call him, after all.
Such a statement has layers, so many layer between them. Far too many to pry apart or look at in the morning light. But Chuuya will run his fingers through Dazai's hair, bare of gloves, in an idle touch.
Of course he came. It's Dazai.]
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(but finding a home on top of the other, hidden by layers of blankets and warmth, unspoken dependency and need of the other is fine. like that will erase everything that's happening here.
he might as well just sink his face further against his skin. it's warm.)
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[Just a peck, barely even there, it doesn't count!
There's nothing happening here if they don't talk about it. If they don't point out how nice it feels to be close to each other, how comforting, then it doesn't have to mean anything.
It doesn't, even if it does.
Dazai is so warm and solid against him, and it makes Chuuya feel content in a way he doesn't want to acknowledge, so he doesn't. He just basks in it for the moment.]
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(he wanted more, but SOMEONE didn't help him out on it. it doesn't work if only one is tossing their pride aside, does it?that's why chuuya gets a little more squeezed, a little more attached to dazai before he suddenly loosens the grip.
back to peaceful, moving his head around the hand, as if he was guiding it to where he wants it to be.)
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[And it was barely a peck, when Chuuya wasn't actually expecting it! So. But there's no heat in his voice whatsoever.
He only rolls his eyes at the squeezing, yet even with all the barbs his hand does shift to follow Dazai's guidance to where he wants to be pet, perfectly obliging. It is peaceful, and Chuuya isn't inclined to break that peace.]
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(if there's anyone who does, that would be chuuya. if one would ignore all the manipulation, all the deaths in dazai's hand of people chuuya cared about, all the times chuuya's saved him - he deserves it solely because dazai left him without so much as a goodbye.
he's not gonna think about it, not when he's getting what he wants - perhaps needs.)
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No, I think a stupid peck on the lips as a gotcha moment barely even counts as a kiss.
[He rolls his eye, running his fingers through Dazai's hair. That feels like a safe answer, somehow.]
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(whether he got the answer he wanted, or not at all, remains a mystery. he's done for the moment,so dazai simply stretches a little to sit next to him... and no, it was comfortable, this was safe, outside world bad, he returns right away to the neck.)
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Probably not, but that's fine for now. Chuuya finally lower his gaze when Dazai shifts, something in his eyes almost resembling disappointment for a brief moment before Dazai proceeds to tuck himself right back where he was anyway.
He let out a snort, but his hand immediately returns to stroking through Dazai's hair as if it belongs there, undeniably affectionate.] Not like we've got anywhere to be, so having a lay in isn't a terrible idea right now.
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oh, well, it's fine. he's comfortable, and he'll pull chuuya to switch places with him, so he can be on top, with arms around him, and dazai can play with the red strands of hair, curling them around his fingers.)
Wow, you think I have nowhere to be?
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He settles with his chin on Dazai's chest, because it's warm, because he can feel Dazai breathing beneath him. It's nice in a way that is incredibly irritating.]
I somehow doubt you got a job that quickly.
[This is Dazai after all.
...The only problem with this position is it makes it very hard to avoid Dazai's gaze, or hide the contentment in his own expression. The fingers playing with his hair feel nice, a soft noise escaping Chuuya as he tilts his head just slightly in the direction of them, eyes falling half lidded.]
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soft hair, soft, soft hair. it's nice, he curls, he tucks, he releases it from the back of chuuya's ear, he curls again, while the other hand draws idle patterns on the small of the other's back before that is broken by a laugh.)
Who said it was a job?!
(chuuya's absolutely right, it definitely isn't a job, and once the giggles ceases, the petting returns.)
You slept well because of 'No Longer Human', I assume, correct? I'll put the two beds together, so you can be well-rested...
(doesn't he sound nice? he does. too nice. can't have that!)
And perhaps that will make you less irritating, Chuuya. It's a win-win.
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[Not that Chuuya has any defense there whatsoever. He's surprised, however, that Dazai openly acknowledges that next bit.] How did you...?
[Oh who is he kidding, of course Dazai knew. It wasn't as if his ability hurt him or anything, but... there was something subtly grounding about the feel of No Longer Human, especially after everything that had gone down back home.
The idea of keeping their beds close isn't actually unappealing at all, honestly.] As long as you aren't pulling pranks in my sleep, I'd be game. But it'd probably be safer, come to think of it.
[Between the two of them, they'd wake at the sound of just about anyone coming in here.]
But if you do pull any pranks on me while I'm sleeping, you'll find out exactly how 'irritating' I can get.
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Fine, fine, I'll pull pranks just as you wake up! It's good for me to have a rested Chuuya, don't worry.
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That he's getting this sort of attention from Dazai is certainly something, but he can't find it in himself to hate that much right now, beyond amazement the mackerel can actually behave.
And well, he also knows Dazai needs this just as much. In that quiet way they both just know each other, Chuuya know this is helping Dazai too. So basking in this contentment together, in the early morning hours... it's fine, right?]
When I wake up, I'll be able to kick your ass for any pranks you pull, so whatever. [It's said with a small yawn, his back arching just slightly into those fingers, eyes fluttering closed. Fuck but that felt so good. Why is that so good.]
Just remember who's handling breakfast later. You don't wanna piss off the cook, y'know.
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it will be lost if he does. so, this is a special little moment he won't accept as nice, he can lie to himself and to chuuya about just how this was solely for dazai's own benefit after spending so long locked in a glass cage.
ah, but his hand fits right around his waist. fuck this.)
You ruin my breakfast, you don't sleep for three days.
(he won't say how, however.)
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That is not going to be now. Or hopefully within the next hour. Fucking hell, he is way overdue for a vacation, this really does have no right to feel so comfortable.
He is still not moving. He shifts a little at that hand around his waist, reaches up to tug at one dark curl of hair, but doesn't budge beyond that.]
You can try to keep me awake with racket, but that might not go well for you either.
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(he sure has, they're well-stashed somewhere in this room, and chuuya might as well look, but he most likely won't find it. the tug makes him laugh, though, and he squishes chuuya against him as a revenge.)
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[Chuuya's pretty sure Dazai doesn't plan on swallowing a handful of drugs today at least, if he's feeling forthcoming enough to tease him, but it's still good to know, since that's far from the only way Dazai uses drugs.]
This is why no one should trust your cooking, you put the weirdest shit in food.
[And then Dazai is squishing him, and Chuuya's breath comes out in an oof as his face squishes into Dazai's collarbone.] Geez, you're like an octopus!
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(or maybe it's the msg, not him. he isn't planning on using them to get a glimpse from the afterlife today, but he might dabble to find a moment to sleep.
the chuckles echo the room, as he lets go of the other, but keeps the arms wrapped around.)
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[Said in a pointed deadpan. Dazai is not allowed to cook, sorry not sorry.
He could pry Dazai's arms off if he really wanted to, but he actually doesn't at the moment. Instead, he settles once again, reaching up to muss the man's hair in punishment for the octosqueeze.]
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Careful, Chuuya, you'll get devoured!