[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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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!