Well yeah, obviously. Sure, it'd be nice to have someone I could spend time with like that, but I don't think I'm that guarded in my private life.
[Frankly, Chuuya didn't do a whole lot of self-analysis on this particular front. What he knew was that he would be completely unwilling to subject a potential lover to the risks of his position. Neatly compartmentalizing that aspect of his life is the safest way.]
Obviously. I'm just as dangerous naked as I am clothed, so why would that make me vulnerable?
[Then again, considering Dazai's... Dazainess... He supposes it's a fair question from Fyodor.]
And I ain't got anything to be ashamed of underneath my clothes. I know I'm good looking and fit, and my scars are a mark of who I am, where I've been.
[If anything, the only scars he minded people questioning were the one in his back, twisted and poorly healed from the rat poison on the blade that put it there, and the evenly spaced circles along his spine from all the lab's IV lines... Old as they are, they'd been too deep to disappear completely.]
[ what exceptional confidence that it borders almost on hubris; as expected from someone who houses a god, and it is a god, make no mistake of it. not fyodor's god, no but a god in his perception of it. yes, he is going to ignore chuuya's explanation of it because fyodor is very good at ignoring things that do not suit his wants, needs or plans. ]
of course you are a very dangerous godling, clothes or not but being vulnerable comes in many forms, don't you think?
in this case it only means that no matter whether i strip you or not, that won't give yield to the part of you i want to touch.
[Is it confidence, or self-awareness? Chuuya's always been an unarmed fighter, and the only thing he'd ever needed was his own body to fight. He'd chosen to hone his form precisely for this reason, a finely honed weapon that no one could disarm, ability or not.
At least, almost no one. There's no defense against something like Bram.
He's once again extremely glad this is a text conversation, because Fyodor's words make his eyes go wide, heat flooding his cheeks. Alright, there is no way he doesn't realize how that sounded, right???
Right???? Fucking hell the man is practically writing poetry here! Chuuya knows the back and forth of flirtation well enough, but talk like this is... something else. He takes a moment to respond, trying not to let on how off-kilter he feels.]
You keep saying things like that and you're going to give a guy ideas, Fyodor.
'The part of me you want to touch'? And exactly what is that?
[ the part of chuuya he can use and mold and manipulate like a weapon to suit his own needs; he knows better than to say that, letting the implication go--only dazai would be sharp enough to catch onto the intended meaning.
not that chuuya is not beautiful but beauty is hardly enough to sway him.
so, yes, most likely a part of him knows well enough what this sounds like and he simply does not care. ]
why, your godhood of course. what else would there be for me to touch?
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[Frankly, Chuuya didn't do a whole lot of self-analysis on this particular front. What he knew was that he would be completely unwilling to subject a potential lover to the risks of his position. Neatly compartmentalizing that aspect of his life is the safest way.]
What exactly do you mean by that?
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[Then again, considering Dazai's... Dazainess... He supposes it's a fair question from Fyodor.]
And I ain't got anything to be ashamed of underneath my clothes. I know I'm good looking and fit, and my scars are a mark of who I am, where I've been.
[If anything, the only scars he minded people questioning were the one in his back, twisted and poorly healed from the rat poison on the blade that put it there, and the evenly spaced circles along his spine from all the lab's IV lines... Old as they are, they'd been too deep to disappear completely.]
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of course you are a very dangerous godling, clothes or not but being vulnerable comes in many forms, don't you think?
in this case it only means that no matter whether i strip you or not, that won't give yield to the part of you i want to touch.
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At least, almost no one. There's no defense against something like Bram.
He's once again extremely glad this is a text conversation, because Fyodor's words make his eyes go wide, heat flooding his cheeks. Alright, there is no way he doesn't realize how that sounded, right???
Right???? Fucking hell the man is practically writing poetry here! Chuuya knows the back and forth of flirtation well enough, but talk like this is... something else. He takes a moment to respond, trying not to let on how off-kilter he feels.]
You keep saying things like that and you're going to give a guy ideas, Fyodor.
'The part of me you want to touch'? And exactly what is that?
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not that chuuya is not beautiful but beauty is hardly enough to sway him.
so, yes, most likely a part of him knows well enough what this sounds like and he simply does not care. ]
why, your godhood of course. what else would there be for me to touch?
[ bait. ]