[It's Complicated, unfortunately. Chuuya was the type of man who got very attached to the people around him, for better or worse. Dazai.... Dazai was one foot out the door no matter what he was doing, either because he was running, hiding, or trying to die.
It made him a really masochistic choice for a friend.
Good thing they weren't like that though, right? Right?
It's clear Chuuya doesn't like the question Kotone is asking, from the way tension sets about his shoulders. He lets out a huff after a moment, gluing his gaze to the horizon.]
He does stupid shit when he's alone for too long. It's a pain in the ass to deal with, that's all.
[Right! Whatever they are, they clearly aren't friends. That would be silly.
She squeezes his hand briefly again. Even with the ground rushing past beneath them, she can't miss the tension in his shoulders, so she won't push too far for now. It's only their first Social Link real meeting, after all, so it's not her place to pry too much.]
Then let's make sure he's not alone too long. He's good enough at being a pain without all of that.
[Even she thinks he's a pain sometimes... but like, affectionately.]
[They are absolutely not friends! That's why he's out here looking for Dazai, fully prepared to nurse him back to health from whatever damage he's done to himself. Chuuya gets the feeling that Kotone isn't quite buying it, but he's going to pretend otherwise for his own sanity. Most people back home know better than to ask about that topic with Chuuya, but that's more due to the matter of Double Black having a terrifying reputation for their wrath: towards both enemies and each other. A reputation neither of them have here.]
...Yeah. Y'know the kind of chaos that guy can cause when left on his own? Way too much, that's what.
[Chuuya eventually does land among the rocky ground around the foot of the mountain, taking them down slowly enough that Kotone should be able to land on her feet just fine. He'd seen some promising shadows on the ground, maybe there's a cave or chasm or something.]
[No matter what his reputation, she'll give him at least two or three more meet-ups before she starts asking more personal questions. It's part of her job as protagonist leader, even if she's not exactly leading this specific group of weirdos.
Besides, she kind of owes him at the moment. He didn't have to bring her along with him. The least she can do is spare some of his weird pride.
Kotone holds her breath as they touch down, legs a little wobbly after spending that much time in the air, but holding her own. She keeps her grip on his hand for just a few more seconds until she's certain she's stable, then finally lets go, taking a few steps forward.]
If we yell for him, do you think he'll answer? Or just hide further away?
cw alcoholism, depression, self-harm, dazai, etc from now on
(deep within a chasm, the opening too narrow, the interior too dark, is dazai. a blanket, oda's jacket, some food packaging albeit not nearly enough for someone his size, and empty bottles that at times click and clack when he moves in his sleep. the bandages need some repairing for what currently lies beneath, nothing big, nothing fatal, just a crisis that he didn't know how to deal with.
at least the jacket is calming in a way. it smells of whiskey, spicy curry, cigarette smoke, and odasaku's cologne... and blood. what a terrible twist of fate, give him the jacket with a reminder.
drunk, drunk, drunk sleep. enjoy moving through rock!)
[He just hopes she won't regret coming along later, because he can't carry Dazai back and use his ability, and well. He's not leaving Dazai behind.
He gives her a pleased smile when she gets her feet under her without much fuss, but the scoff that follows at her question is answer enough.]
Dazai is hard to find if he doesn't want to be found, so I doubt he'll call out. We've just got to hope he's being sloppy about it since he's probably drunk.
['Sloppy' is certainly an accurate word for it. Is that clinking glass he hears? Somewhere...]
[It's been almost two months since they'd had to climb up more than two hundred floors of Tartarus and a month since she felt such a bone-deep exhaustion that she could barely make it out of bed for school every day, but she's not afraid of a little walk. If she didn't know that Chuuya can't use his powers while touching Dazai, she'd even recommend that he take Dazai back and leave her to make her own way back. No, they're all walking back if they find him; or at least, she'll be walking back. She hopes Dazai isn't in a state where he can't walk on his own, whatever that might be.
She wrinkles her nose at the idea that he might be drunk. It's not that she's unfamiliar with spending time with drunks -- Mutatsu had been drunk enough to mistake her for his son once, which she still isn't sure if that's insulting or not -- but it's the idea that he can be annoying enough sober that the prospect of dealing with him drunk does sound like, well, as Chuuya put it -- a pain in the ass.
The sound whips her head around, her hand going back to her naginata in a half-reflexive gesture before she catches herself and forces herself to relax and leave the weapon where it is on her back. Maybe it's just the residual wariness that they'd be going into the forest that has her on-edge, but she doesn't like it.]
Yeah. C'mon, let's check it out.
[Could be nothing related to Dazai, but! They'll never know unless they look.]
(fun dazai trivia. with sleep as light as a feather, the man can only sleep in absolute darkness. it's no surprise that the place he's chosen is one that no ray of sun can come in, there's a lantern somewhere -- it's not so different from when he was a teenager, in that shipping container, in the middle of a place that not even bacteria would like to live in.
it felt homely, to say the least. the drunkness does help the lack of awareness on his surroundings, a way to keep him asleep, and in the stretch he does in his slumber, he kicks a few bottles, a blessing he doesn't awake from it. click, clack, shatter, whatever.)
[Honestly, a normal person would probably ask a lot of questions about how prepared Kotone is to fight something. Luckily, neither Dazai or Chuuya are normal people. If anything, the caution is perfectly understandable, in Chuuya's mind.
He nods to Kotone before heading off in the direction of the noise, and the sound of what is unmistakably shattering glass just confirms it. someone is up here, someone probably being a stupid idiot with glass bottles, and his pace picks up as he follows the sound.
He doesn't even hesitate to make his way over to the opening, squinting into the darkness with a scowl.]
(yeah, ok. that voice means he's in trouble. deep trouble, and the echoing is not helping. it wakes him up faster than any shattering glass could, and he wakes up with a little drunken hiccup, almost cute, really, if it wasn't the everything of it.
yet, no action towards really moving, he's just turning to the other side, fixing oda's jacket on top of him and mumbling as his face hides into the blankets.)
You're too early. Your Double Black senses should start tingling later. Shoo... Shoozzzzz... I can't believe I'll have to find another chasm...zzZzzzz... I want my container... Chuuya, get me my container? The chemicals too... Zzzzz...
(HE DEFINITELY HASN'T NOTICED KOTONE YET. when he does, he'll be very sad she'll see him in his shirt and shorts pj. damn, his street cred.
the blood from his arms and legs is fine, though. kind of expected?)
[She falls in quickly behind Chuuya, content to let him take the lead. He's the one who knows Dazai best, after all, even if they're definitely not-friends. Really, she's just there out of her own selfish desire to see for herself if someone is okay.
In spite of herself, she breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice. He's alive enough to talk and he doesn't sound like he's dying. Drunk, yeah, but not dying. She peeks over Chuuya's shoulder and sighs again at the sight, this time more exasperated. Isn't this the guy who was so adamant about not wearing jeans, and yet, this is what he's wearing out here? What a guy.]
This is a really bad place to sleep, Dazai-san. You made-- me worry.
[She almost says "us" but stops herself at the last second. Once again, she looks to Chuuya to take the lead, frowning at the blood. She brought her own medical supplies, and in a pinch she could try summoning her Persona, but... well, she knows how important it is for friends to help each other. If Chuuya has his own method, maybe she should leave it to him.]
[It's fine, Kotone. They both know Chuuya does in fact Care, it's just that either of them acknowledging that is absolutely infuriating on many levels, so they aggressively refuse.
At the sight of Dazai sprawled, mumbling, drunk as hell in pjs and bloody, the expression Chuuya makes is far from freaked out, but more like long-suffering. He wastes no time approaching, not even a humoring him enough to request permission about bullying his way into Dazai's little depression hole.]
Seems like I'm just in time, actually. You do know if you drink this much in a place like this you freeze easier, right? Find a fucking shed closer to town or something, you dipshit. And if there was a shipping container like that one anywhere around here, they'd have to condemn it, so fuck no.
[Ugh, that fucking container. Anything is better than that thing, but that's like comparing imminent cancer with potential hypothermia. He digs into his bag as he approaches and settles on the edge of Dazai's misery blanket pile.] Have you eaten anything, or have you just been marinating for a day and a half?
(listen, listen, sometimes you hate someone so much that if they die, you'll be even madder, let them lie and deny that they're like, not that disgusted by each other... but fuck-- that's a kotone. the way he high-pitched yelps, sitting up immediately, with the jacket in attempts to cover up the pj's. she'll see, however, that the only part of him that isn't covered in bandages is half his feet.
ah, well. there's a reason. the reason is why he's bleeding here and there, of course. ah, well, fuck, shit, fuck, crap, shit, fuck.)
... Eh-- Koto-chan... How was the trip...? Floating must have been fun. Ah, not with Chuuya, though. This is not fun at all.
(because chuuya doesn't let him breathe when it's like this. he's positively screwed. his hands leave the jacket on his lap, before they clasp under his chin.)
Of course I do! In that book I have, they say it only hurts a little bit! I was looking forward to it! You're early, Chuuya, too early!! Also, why are you being mean to my house. I really liked it...! It was very, very, very nice.
(no bitch it was a shipping container in the middle of a chemical wasteland that not even bacteria wanted to live in, you had basically nothing in there, it was a shit place to live please get over it)
Actually, he's been really nice to me. It might have been fun if we weren't looking for you. Nice pajamas.
[She's so annoyed at Dazai, actually. She'd been worried that something was wrong, that he was seriously hurt or had made good on his thoughts about dying, but finding him like this in a hole? It's a relief, but she's still kind of mad at him. It's inconsiderate, first of all.
But she watches Chuuya digging in his bag, guessing that he has what he needs. She keeps her own on her shoulder, just in case, but ready to step in if he needs anything from her.]
Fuck you, I give great rides. Not that you'd know. And sorry to tell you, but hypothermia is supposed to hurt like hell at first.
[Do not bring up his teenage driving skills. He's a responsible driver now! But don't slander him in front of Kotone, she seems like a good girl.
Chuuya pulls out a wrapped package he promptly lobs at Dazai's face-- an apple, some fish jerky, some bread buns. Easy things to snack on and nibble, nothing too heavy for a booze soaked stomach. The jerky might be a well aimed pun, but Chuuya will never tell. After the pack of food comes a thermos of fresh water, set down nicely because giving Dazai a black eye right now is pointless.
What follows is a bag of first aid supplies: clean bandages and various other wound care necessities.]
Early or not, you're done here. You're coming back and getting a shower, you reek like a drunk bum.
You can't expect me to sleep with all that on, it's only comfortable at work-- also, ew, Koto-chan, he's gotten to you...
(look at how he's treating dazai, is that how a nice man acts!!!!!! -- ah, yeah, in this situation, it might be. kotone being mad at him, though, well. doesn't bother him so much. not when he's drunk, and not when he's a piece of shit.)
Only at first, see, only at first! I've tried to compress myself in a drum, that hurt way more than this. Eh-- but I don't wanna go, and I don't wanna eat.
(but even so, he offers his arm for chuuya to deal with the bandages. he knows he won't remove them and traumatize kotone with what's underneath it, he trusts the other ew ew ew.)
When he makes me come all the way out to the middle of nowhere, I'll stop calling him nice.
[He literally did not make her do anything, but she still feels obligated. She hangs back, once again letting Chuuya take charge. It almost reminds her of Akihiko and Shinjiro, except those two clearly liked each other in spite of the fights and arguments they'd have, and these two, well... hm. They sure are something.
She watches the way he offers his arm to Chuuya to help bandage, glancing over Dazai's face as if there might be anything she could read there.]
Do you want me to watch the front while you take care of him? I don't mind.
[She's offering privacy, if he wants it. Offering to Chuuya, mind, not Dazai. He doesn't get a say.]
Don't worry Kotone-chan, you're way more deserving of my manners than a mackerel like this.
[Chuuya can't quite hold back his pleased little smirk at Kotone's words. Ha! See? She thinks Chuuya's nice and is giving Dazai a little verbal asskicking.
He starts unwrapping a roll of bandages, tucking one end around Dazai's arm before he gets to work. Dazai already knows he won't remove these here, there are some boundaries he won't push with Dazai, and this is one of them. He knows the bandages don't come off around other people. Chuuya's only seen bits and pieces because of... well, times like this. But don't think he didn't notice the lack of action regarding anything else. Ugh.]
You've got one free hand Dazai, either eat something or I'll have to force feed you, and neither of us will enjoy that.
[With that warning given, he glances over his shoulder to Kotone, offering her a small smile.] If you could do that, it'd be a big help. This guy is like a grumpy toddler at times like this, he's very distracting.
[And. Y'know. Dragons. That is still fucking wild, frankly.]
Stop trying to steal my mentees!! What's next, are you going to get Atsushi?? Kyouka?? Ugh, un-beli-veable.
(bitch, you left, and he's looking at chuuya like he could murder him with his eyes only. motherfucker. stealing his damn kiddos!!!! and making him eat!! and coming into his room!!! good thing chuuya's focused on his arm, because his knife is absolutely picked, because someone's a great thief, whether sober or not! dazai's got very light touches, after all. don't force-feed him!!!!)
Noooo, Koto-chan, don't leave me with him!!! I wanna die by the hands of someone taller!!!!
[Huge toddler! She rolls her eyes at the idea that she could be stolen, as if she isn't capable of either making her own decisions or talking to both of them individually without taking sides.]
Well, they always say beggars can't be choosers, Dazai-san.
[She gives him an innocent little smile before nodding to Chuuya, shrugging off her own bag and leaving it nearby.]
There are some more bandages and some tea and cookies in there. You can keep them or give them to him, I don't mind either way.
[She doesn't know what's good for drunk people to eat; she'd just packed what she'd had to hand when she learned Chuuya was going to go out looking for him. But with the bag dropped off, she heads back to the entrance, ready to keep watch for-- anything. Dragons? Monsters? Weird ghosts from the forest that sounded like Shadows luring people into Tartarus? Who knows.]
[Chuuya doesn't even notice his knife getting filched, all his focus on making sure the fresh bandages are tight enough to control any bleeding. They'll need to get changed regardless when he gets Dazai back to the inn, because he wasn't kidding about Dazai needing a bath, but for now this should work. He shoots Dazai a sharp look, a silent demand to eat something, damn it, but once Kotone is outside he lets out a sigh.] Eat and drink what you like, as long as it isn't booze, but do it. You are gonna pass the fuck out if you don't, and the kid's been worried about you.
[Bodies aren't meant to deal with blood loss and obscene amounts of alcohol with nothing else to put in them, damn it.]
You left a fucking bloody mess in the bed, you asshole. I thought the rat or the clown might have killed you, for a second.
(the knife goes very skillfully under the blankets. it might be needed if chuuya does want to force-feed him. he knows they basically have no boundaries, but his stomach hurts!! he'll eat in a second, at least, let him gather up some strength. he just woke up, goddamnit.
there's only a sigh. a part of him is wondering if chuuya didn't just warn her dazai's an ass and this is a normal occurrence, so there was no actual need to worry so much. come on, you love shit talking dazai, did you not???
a bloody me-- ah.)
Oh. No, please, you think I'd let that? Nikol came to visit because he was bored, and he gripped my arm for a second, that's all.
(nikol, seriously, dazai? he's looking at the entrance for a little moment, a sigh towards kotone. she's already attached, isn't she? chuuya, please, tell her how much dazai sucks...)
[He won't force feed him if Dazai makes any move to eat on his own before all this bandaging is done, but he's very serious about Dazai needing to eat. His stomach needs something in it besides alcohol before they get moving.
Chuuya sullenly works on wrapping Dazai's arms, letting out a huff of annoyance at Dazai's denial.
Nikol, huh?] I said for a second, asshole. Obviously you hadn't been murdered once I thought about it. Nice to know you're getting cuddly with the clown, though.
[Of course Dazai is. He's not surprised in the least, frankly.
But Chuuya follows Dazai's gaze for a moment, the expression on his face growing hard and annoyed. Predictable. So predictable it's infuriating.] If you wanna sabotage her opinion of you, do it yourself. I am not crushing a kid's hopes for you. Aren't you supposed to be trying to be good and shit, anyway?
"Getting" and "got" are two different things. Nikol hates touching me, he just wanted someone to annoy.
(which, well, it's understandable. 'no longer human' can be daunting, and it's not like dazai can ever turn it off, even to save his own life. good that kotone didn't summon anything for nothing - he did tell her he's pretty much immune to any ability to ever exist.
but he's silent at the rest of the jabbing, and he weakly kicks chuuya's shin as a response. get out of his brain, asshole.)
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It made him a really masochistic choice for a friend.
Good thing they weren't like that though, right? Right?
It's clear Chuuya doesn't like the question Kotone is asking, from the way tension sets about his shoulders. He lets out a huff after a moment, gluing his gaze to the horizon.]
He does stupid shit when he's alone for too long. It's a pain in the ass to deal with, that's all.
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She squeezes his hand briefly again. Even with the ground rushing past beneath them, she can't miss the tension in his shoulders, so she won't push too far for now. It's only their first
Social Linkreal meeting, after all, so it's not her place to pry too much.]Then let's make sure he's not alone too long. He's good enough at being a pain without all of that.
[Even she thinks he's a pain sometimes... but like, affectionately.]
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...Yeah. Y'know the kind of chaos that guy can cause when left on his own? Way too much, that's what.
[Chuuya eventually does land among the rocky ground around the foot of the mountain, taking them down slowly enough that Kotone should be able to land on her feet just fine. He'd seen some promising shadows on the ground, maybe there's a cave or chasm or something.]
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protagonistleader, even if she's not exactly leading this specific group of weirdos.Besides, she kind of owes him at the moment. He didn't have to bring her along with him. The least she can do is spare some of his weird pride.
Kotone holds her breath as they touch down, legs a little wobbly after spending that much time in the air, but holding her own. She keeps her grip on his hand for just a few more seconds until she's certain she's stable, then finally lets go, taking a few steps forward.]
If we yell for him, do you think he'll answer? Or just hide further away?
cw alcoholism, depression, self-harm, dazai, etc from now on
at least the jacket is calming in a way. it smells of whiskey, spicy curry, cigarette smoke, and odasaku's cologne... and blood. what a terrible twist of fate, give him the jacket with a reminder.
drunk, drunk, drunk sleep. enjoy moving through rock!)
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He gives her a pleased smile when she gets her feet under her without much fuss, but the scoff that follows at her question is answer enough.]
Dazai is hard to find if he doesn't want to be found, so I doubt he'll call out. We've just got to hope he's being sloppy about it since he's probably drunk.
['Sloppy' is certainly an accurate word for it. Is that clinking glass he hears? Somewhere...]
Hey, that opening over there. Yha hear something?
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She wrinkles her nose at the idea that he might be drunk. It's not that she's unfamiliar with spending time with drunks -- Mutatsu had been drunk enough to mistake her for his son once, which she still isn't sure if that's insulting or not -- but it's the idea that he can be annoying enough sober that the prospect of dealing with him drunk does sound like, well, as Chuuya put it -- a pain in the ass.
The sound whips her head around, her hand going back to her naginata in a half-reflexive gesture before she catches herself and forces herself to relax and leave the weapon where it is on her back. Maybe it's just the residual wariness that they'd be going into the forest that has her on-edge, but she doesn't like it.]
Yeah. C'mon, let's check it out.
[Could be nothing related to Dazai, but! They'll never know unless they look.]
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it felt homely, to say the least. the drunkness does help the lack of awareness on his surroundings, a way to keep him asleep, and in the stretch he does in his slumber, he kicks a few bottles, a blessing he doesn't awake from it. click, clack, shatter, whatever.)
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He nods to Kotone before heading off in the direction of the noise, and the sound of what is unmistakably shattering glass just confirms it. someone is up here, someone probably being a stupid idiot with glass bottles, and his pace picks up as he follows the sound.
He doesn't even hesitate to make his way over to the opening, squinting into the darkness with a scowl.]
Yeah, I smell booze in here. Oi, Dazai!!!
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yet, no action towards really moving, he's just turning to the other side, fixing oda's jacket on top of him and mumbling as his face hides into the blankets.)
You're too early. Your Double Black senses should start tingling later. Shoo... Shoozzzzz... I can't believe I'll have to find another chasm...zzZzzzz... I want my container... Chuuya, get me my container? The chemicals too... Zzzzz...
(HE DEFINITELY HASN'T NOTICED KOTONE YET. when he does, he'll be very sad she'll see him in his shirt and shorts pj. damn, his street cred.
the blood from his arms and legs is fine, though. kind of expected?)
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In spite of herself, she breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice. He's alive enough to talk and he doesn't sound like he's dying. Drunk, yeah, but not dying. She peeks over Chuuya's shoulder and sighs again at the sight, this time more exasperated. Isn't this the guy who was so adamant about not wearing jeans, and yet, this is what he's wearing out here? What a guy.]
This is a really bad place to sleep, Dazai-san. You made-- me worry.
[She almost says "us" but stops herself at the last second. Once again, she looks to Chuuya to take the lead, frowning at the blood. She brought her own medical supplies, and in a pinch she could try summoning her Persona, but... well, she knows how important it is for friends to help each other. If Chuuya has his own method, maybe she should leave it to him.]
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At the sight of Dazai sprawled, mumbling, drunk as hell in pjs and bloody, the expression Chuuya makes is far from freaked out, but more like long-suffering. He wastes no time approaching, not even a humoring him enough to request permission about bullying his way into Dazai's little depression hole.]
Seems like I'm just in time, actually. You do know if you drink this much in a place like this you freeze easier, right? Find a fucking shed closer to town or something, you dipshit. And if there was a shipping container like that one anywhere around here, they'd have to condemn it, so fuck no.
[Ugh, that fucking container. Anything is better than that thing, but that's like comparing imminent cancer with potential hypothermia. He digs into his bag as he approaches and settles on the edge of Dazai's misery blanket pile.] Have you eaten anything, or have you just been marinating for a day and a half?
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ah, well. there's a reason. the reason is why he's bleeding here and there, of course. ah, well, fuck, shit, fuck, crap, shit, fuck.)
... Eh-- Koto-chan... How was the trip...? Floating must have been fun. Ah, not with Chuuya, though. This is not fun at all.
(because chuuya doesn't let him breathe when it's like this. he's positively screwed. his hands leave the jacket on his lap, before they clasp under his chin.)
Of course I do! In that book I have, they say it only hurts a little bit! I was looking forward to it! You're early, Chuuya, too early!! Also, why are you being mean to my house. I really liked it...! It was very, very, very nice.
(no bitch it was a shipping container in the middle of a chemical wasteland that not even bacteria wanted to live in, you had basically nothing in there, it was a shit place to live please get over it)
Mhmmm... I ate... Whatever. Something--
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[She's so annoyed at Dazai, actually. She'd been worried that something was wrong, that he was seriously hurt or had made good on his thoughts about dying, but finding him like this in a hole? It's a relief, but she's still kind of mad at him. It's inconsiderate, first of all.
But she watches Chuuya digging in his bag, guessing that he has what he needs. She keeps her own on her shoulder, just in case, but ready to step in if he needs anything from her.]
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[Do not bring up his teenage driving skills. He's a responsible driver now! But don't slander him in front of Kotone, she seems like a good girl.
Chuuya pulls out a wrapped package he promptly lobs at Dazai's face-- an apple, some fish jerky, some bread buns. Easy things to snack on and nibble, nothing too heavy for a booze soaked stomach. The jerky might be a well aimed pun, but Chuuya will never tell. After the pack of food comes a thermos of fresh water, set down nicely because giving Dazai a black eye right now is pointless.
What follows is a bag of first aid supplies: clean bandages and various other wound care necessities.]
Early or not, you're done here. You're coming back and getting a shower, you reek like a drunk bum.
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(look at how he's treating dazai, is that how a nice man acts!!!!!! -- ah, yeah, in this situation, it might be. kotone being mad at him, though, well. doesn't bother him so much. not when he's drunk, and not when he's a piece of shit.)
Only at first, see, only at first! I've tried to compress myself in a drum, that hurt way more than this. Eh-- but I don't wanna go, and I don't wanna eat.
(but even so, he offers his arm for chuuya to deal with the bandages. he knows he won't remove them and traumatize kotone with what's underneath it, he trusts the other ew ew ew.)
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[He literally did not make her do anything, but she still feels obligated. She hangs back, once again letting Chuuya take charge. It almost reminds her of Akihiko and Shinjiro, except those two clearly liked each other in spite of the fights and arguments they'd have, and these two, well... hm. They sure are something.
She watches the way he offers his arm to Chuuya to help bandage, glancing over Dazai's face as if there might be anything she could read there.]
Do you want me to watch the front while you take care of him? I don't mind.
[She's offering privacy, if he wants it. Offering to Chuuya, mind, not Dazai. He doesn't get a say.]
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[Chuuya can't quite hold back his pleased little smirk at Kotone's words. Ha! See? She thinks Chuuya's nice and is giving Dazai a little verbal asskicking.
He starts unwrapping a roll of bandages, tucking one end around Dazai's arm before he gets to work. Dazai already knows he won't remove these here, there are some boundaries he won't push with Dazai, and this is one of them. He knows the bandages don't come off around other people. Chuuya's only seen bits and pieces because of... well, times like this. But don't think he didn't notice the lack of action regarding anything else. Ugh.]
You've got one free hand Dazai, either eat something or I'll have to force feed you, and neither of us will enjoy that.
[With that warning given, he glances over his shoulder to Kotone, offering her a small smile.] If you could do that, it'd be a big help. This guy is like a grumpy toddler at times like this, he's very distracting.
[And. Y'know. Dragons. That is still fucking wild, frankly.]
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(bitch, you left, and he's looking at chuuya like he could murder him with his eyes only. motherfucker. stealing his damn kiddos!!!! and making him eat!! and coming into his room!!! good thing chuuya's focused on his arm, because his knife is absolutely picked, because someone's a great thief, whether sober or not! dazai's got very light touches, after all. don't force-feed him!!!!)
Noooo, Koto-chan, don't leave me with him!!! I wanna die by the hands of someone taller!!!!
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Well, they always say beggars can't be choosers, Dazai-san.
[She gives him an innocent little smile before nodding to Chuuya, shrugging off her own bag and leaving it nearby.]
There are some more bandages and some tea and cookies in there. You can keep them or give them to him, I don't mind either way.
[She doesn't know what's good for drunk people to eat; she'd just packed what she'd had to hand when she learned Chuuya was going to go out looking for him. But with the bag dropped off, she heads back to the entrance, ready to keep watch for-- anything. Dragons? Monsters? Weird ghosts from the forest that sounded like Shadows luring people into Tartarus? Who knows.]
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[Chuuya doesn't even notice his knife getting filched, all his focus on making sure the fresh bandages are tight enough to control any bleeding. They'll need to get changed regardless when he gets Dazai back to the inn, because he wasn't kidding about Dazai needing a bath, but for now this should work. He shoots Dazai a sharp look, a silent demand to eat something, damn it, but once Kotone is outside he lets out a sigh.] Eat and drink what you like, as long as it isn't booze, but do it. You are gonna pass the fuck out if you don't, and the kid's been worried about you.
[Bodies aren't meant to deal with blood loss and obscene amounts of alcohol with nothing else to put in them, damn it.]
You left a fucking bloody mess in the bed, you asshole. I thought the rat or the clown might have killed you, for a second.
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there's only a sigh. a part of him is wondering if chuuya didn't just warn her dazai's an ass and this is a normal occurrence, so there was no actual need to worry so much. come on, you love shit talking dazai, did you not???
a bloody me-- ah.)
Oh. No, please, you think I'd let that? Nikol came to visit because he was bored, and he gripped my arm for a second, that's all.
(nikol, seriously, dazai? he's looking at the entrance for a little moment, a sigh towards kotone. she's already attached, isn't she? chuuya, please, tell her how much dazai sucks...)
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Chuuya sullenly works on wrapping Dazai's arms, letting out a huff of annoyance at Dazai's denial.
Nikol, huh?] I said for a second, asshole. Obviously you hadn't been murdered once I thought about it. Nice to know you're getting cuddly with the clown, though.
[Of course Dazai is. He's not surprised in the least, frankly.
But Chuuya follows Dazai's gaze for a moment, the expression on his face growing hard and annoyed. Predictable. So predictable it's infuriating.] If you wanna sabotage her opinion of you, do it yourself. I am not crushing a kid's hopes for you. Aren't you supposed to be trying to be good and shit, anyway?
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(which, well, it's understandable. 'no longer human' can be daunting, and it's not like dazai can ever turn it off, even to save his own life. good that kotone didn't summon anything for nothing - he did tell her he's pretty much immune to any ability to ever exist.
but he's silent at the rest of the jabbing, and he weakly kicks chuuya's shin as a response. get out of his brain, asshole.)
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