I'll believe it when I see it, slug. I just see tiny delinquent.
(it's just so much easier to let out the insults, although they're half-hearted, he's not even trying, he's not even looking at chuuya right now. even the hand the moves some hair to tuck behind his ear is instinctual like he just knows where chuuya is, without even needing to look.
the curse. the damn curse.)
Ah, no, he didn't have time. Look at that... That's very nice for her. She was so tiny.
(the woes of time. people grow, things change, and they don't altogether.)
[It's an easy language, this. Too easy sometimes.]
I took over most of your operations, y'know. You wouldn't be saying that if you knew all the shit I do every day. I own more ties now than I ever wanted to, geez.
[He rolls his eyes. To say Chuuya was overworked was putting it gently, but he still managed to find time to relax, occasionally.
Chuuya pauses in the middle of his work at that small touch, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat at Dazai's quiet utterance of his name.] ...Dazai?
Eh, are you torturing now? That really doesn't suit you, Chuuya.
(torturing is a slow, slow business. requires patience, requires calmness he can't see chuuya having. chuuya's lively, like a flame that refuses to he put off, refuses to die down, so alive and couldn't take a life so slowly.
it's almost like he wants a break. almost overwhelming, underneath the stoic front he's putting forward. so, he sets a kiss to the other's nose, on the tip, as if he fully expected chuuya to yell at him while he works on unwrapping the other arm, sloth pace at it too.)
Of course I torture, y'think I didn't get an education in that shit?
[And gravity manipulation can be extremely useful for the more... creative methods Chuuya can use. It's certainly not his favorite task, but he's always had enough of a sadistic streak to make it work.
The easy touch, the easy banter. It's all so easy to fall into this with Dazai, as if it's just the aftermath of another bad day or a bad mission. The kiss is new, and certainly startling from the look on Chuuya's face, but he seems to take it in stride, aside from the faint hint of heat in his cheeks.] If you're trying to distract me from what I'm doing, it ain't gonna work.
[They hadn't talked about it. Chuuya had become rather certain they wouldn't acknowledge it, in any way.]
Naturally you did, but still I think it's not something that suits you.
(he doesn't contest that chuuya might be actually good at it. a twist here, a compression there, gravity manipulation is such a wonderful gift when creativity jumps in. he just thinks it's not an activity suited for chuuya.
drop him on a war with a bag of bullets, let him have at it, that's much more his style, and what dazai would have liked to see the most.
reason why he's being obnoxious, though? the other arm is far worse. it'll hurt more, there's more to be seen. he can't help the little smile on his lips, though, with those blushed cheeks.
Well i am an executive. [It’s not a denial because Chuuya knows he’s right: it’s doesn’t suit him, not really. He’s someone best suited for the heat of battle, acting and thinking on his feet. But it’s the job, and the job requires more than he’s suited for and sometimes things he didn’t enjoy.
Chuuya has a feeling Dazai is trying to distract him now, though. He scowls up at him, cheeks heating more at being called out.]
People get red in the face when they’re irritated too, asswipe. And you’re an expert at being an irritant.
(he's trying to distract both, to be honest. just removing the bandages is work in itself, both psychological and physical with the pressure change against wounds, and ah, chuuya. you're giving it to him too easily! there's even a hint of genuine on the corners of his empty smile.
don't think about the way the breeze hits his bare skin. look at chuuya.)
I decided that, for a limited time only, I like it. I'm going to be extra irritant from now on, until I'm normal irritant. I should bite them!
You’re biting people now? Always knew you were a dog.
[It’s said with an eye roll as he ties off the last stitch, nice and neat. A bit of medical cream follows, gently soothed over the cuts and hopefully dulling any pain left behind.]
I'm the one who won the bet, so you'll be forever the dog, regardless of what you call me.
(it's sore. it helps, even if he can't see it right now, being bitchy as he is. but, hey, he's almost done unwrapping the other arm, and he wants to postpone chuuya looking at it as much as he could-- so, a bite, to the red cheek.)
You cheated at that bet, you mean. I ain’t nobody’s dog!
[There are arguments to be made that Chuuya is as loyal as any dog, but he’ll get growly if that gets pointed out.
Not that Dazai biting his cheek gets a quiet reaction. The strangled noise chuuya makes is one part embarrassed, one part flustered, one part irritated. His cheeks only get redder.] Dazai!!
(the cheek is still between his teeth, although barely bitten, just there as his mouth moves awkwardly to get those words out.
there, the other arm is out. and it feels like he gained a few more minutes of chuuya not looking at it, even if dazai's cooperating as much as he can.)
(he can refuse to acknowledge all he wants. it does still happen, and it freezes dazai a little bit, now this time he's the one who's surprised, perhaps even the tiniest amount of blush on his cheeks.
acknowledge this or the scars? error. ERROR. 404.
here. he's shoving his other arm on chuuya's chest.)
[It sure does happen, and all of the whining and dog jokes Chuuya expected in response to the bite don't even come. Instead, Dazai is... Dazai is blushing, and poor Chuuya's brain is having a malfunction over the sight.
Fucking hell the last word he should be associating with Dazai is 'cute'!! Chuuya's face is turning bright red, and the only response he can manage is taking Dazai's arm with a sputter.] Yeah, and I would have won then, too!
(he did want both of them to be uncomfortable, so he didn't have to suffer alone, but now he's double uncomfortable, and chuuya is only once uncomfortable, life isn't fair, woe is him, die chuuya, fuck you, etc, the list of swears go on in his brain.
IT'S NOT FAIR!! here, have the arm, have everything, shut up, he has to pull through this and have a good nice revenge, he can't have this on the air like that.)
If you want to kiss me, Chuuya, you can just say so! I don't blame you! I'm very good at these things!
[Sometimes Dazai plans don't go as planned and things like This happen, because Chuuya is Chuuya and a storm of a human being in every way. Chuuya grabs for the medical alcohol and gauze again, snarling to cover up the fact that he feels like combusting from embarrassment.]
I bit you, I didn't kiss you! You sure you're not the one projecting here, mackerel?!
[He wets the gauze and finally looks down at Dazai's arm. At least they're both pretty off kilter now?]
(this is going to hurt like a thousand stings, he can sense it before the gauze even comes close, and what wouldn't he do to avoid this, postpone it, even if it will hurt more.
his eyes close, almost too tight, as he waits, such a damn baby, and he lets it out in one breath.)
[And without warning, Chuuya's swiping the medical alcohol soaked gauze over the cuts, carefully cleaning away any blood and dirt trapped in them. Dazai can hiss and whine, but this will get done, damn it.
Wait a second--] Wait-- What the fuck?!
[And now he's pausing as his brain finally processes what Dazai just babbled. With the alcohol soaked pad still on Dazai's arm, baffled and blushing.
Dazai should probably not distract him if he doesn't want this to hurt worse, unfortunately.]
(the eyes closed didn't help at all with withstanding the pain, they squeeze even further, his foot tapping upon first contact with the damn alcohol, it stings, it hurts, it's not comfortable, holy fuck, he's never been so uncomfortable in his life.
and then chuuya just keeps it there. it hurts even more with the liquid dripping into his cut, and he just sinks teeth on chuuya's shoulder, letting out a noise as if it's really The Worst Pain Ever Endured By A Human Being.)
Why are you so slow at this!!!! Let's give up!!! Let's just leave me to die!!!!! Ouch, ouch.
(muffled by the way his teeth are not letting go.)
Chuuya pauses, and Dazai bites him. How is that fair?! A sharp hiss of his own escapes Chuuya's lips, his shoulder jerking in response to the bite, grip tightening on Dazai's arm because why is he not letting go?!]
You big baby, stop biting me!!! And stop saying weird shit to distract me, it's only going to drag this out!!
[Let's just pretend all the talk of kissing and now biting is not doing weird things to Chuuya right now.]
but at least the bite is done by the time he thought chuuya was going to let his skin breathe, but he didn't!! god!! he hates you a million times, to the moon and back, and he just rests his forehead where he last sunk teeth in.)
[Fuck, Chuuya needs a moment to breath after that. He finishes cleaning as quickly as possible because the warmth of Dazai's forehead against his shoulder and that whining edge to his voice is doing weird things to Chuuya's gut after that bite, and he really, really needs to focus on something mundane or unsexy right now.
Once that's done, he'll toss the gauze aside and grab up the needle again.]
Gonna start stitching, just try to relax and stop whining.
I hope your aftercare is good. I'm very distressed.
(see, at least he got chuuya to stop this godawful torture. is this what kyoyou has been teaching him? the next one is gonna start up again, and he rubs his face against the muscle of the shoulder, right where it's sore.
just because this is gonna hurt like a bitch. see, this is why he doesn't like to look at it. there are so many stitch marks, so many little things, it sucks, it sucks so much.)
[And why. Why did he say that. Why does Dazai have to make this sound sexual when he's trying to concentrate, why does he have to rub up against him like a fucking cat in heat, he hates this!
He sets about stitching, trying to focus on his work rather than the warmth of Dazai against the lingering soreness of the bite, or that whiny tone of his voice that just makes Chuuya want to-- ugh.]
You've got enough alcohol in you to catch fire if I light a match, any drink you're getting after this is water or tea. Maybe juice, if you're a good boy.
(and yet, who's here, dealing with all your bullshit, dazai? he's thankful, he's just a piece of shit. he could do this alone, later, lonely, but as uncomfortable as it is, it does remind him he isn't all such, all the time.
it still feels vulnerable, and while that is not a completely unfamiliar look for both of them, with how their lives sit on the other's hands ever so often, with how this is not nearly the first time chuuya does this-- ah, he doesn't like it. so, his chin presses against the site of the bite, as to keep his head standing on the shoulder.)
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(it's just so much easier to let out the insults, although they're half-hearted, he's not even trying, he's not even looking at chuuya right now. even the hand the moves some hair to tuck behind his ear is instinctual like he just knows where chuuya is, without even needing to look.
the curse. the damn curse.)
Ah, no, he didn't have time. Look at that... That's very nice for her. She was so tiny.
(the woes of time. people grow, things change, and they don't altogether.)
... Chuuya.
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I took over most of your operations, y'know. You wouldn't be saying that if you knew all the shit I do every day. I own more ties now than I ever wanted to, geez.
[He rolls his eyes. To say Chuuya was overworked was putting it gently, but he still managed to find time to relax, occasionally.
Chuuya pauses in the middle of his work at that small touch, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat at Dazai's quiet utterance of his name.] ...Dazai?
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(torturing is a slow, slow business. requires patience, requires calmness he can't see chuuya having. chuuya's lively, like a flame that refuses to he put off, refuses to die down, so alive and couldn't take a life so slowly.
it's almost like he wants a break. almost overwhelming, underneath the stoic front he's putting forward. so, he sets a kiss to the other's nose, on the tip, as if he fully expected chuuya to yell at him while he works on unwrapping the other arm, sloth pace at it too.)
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[And gravity manipulation can be extremely useful for the more... creative methods Chuuya can use. It's certainly not his favorite task, but he's always had enough of a sadistic streak to make it work.
The easy touch, the easy banter. It's all so easy to fall into this with Dazai, as if it's just the aftermath of another bad day or a bad mission. The kiss is new, and certainly startling from the look on Chuuya's face, but he seems to take it in stride, aside from the faint hint of heat in his cheeks.] If you're trying to distract me from what I'm doing, it ain't gonna work.
[They hadn't talked about it. Chuuya had become rather certain they wouldn't acknowledge it, in any way.]
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(he doesn't contest that chuuya might be actually good at it. a twist here, a compression there, gravity manipulation is such a wonderful gift when creativity jumps in. he just thinks it's not an activity suited for chuuya.
drop him on a war with a bag of bullets, let him have at it, that's much more his style, and what dazai would have liked to see the most.
reason why he's being obnoxious, though? the other arm is far worse. it'll hurt more, there's more to be seen. he can't help the little smile on his lips, though, with those blushed cheeks.
he's so on chuuya's face, though.)
Blushing, though.
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Chuuya has a feeling Dazai is trying to distract him now, though. He scowls up at him, cheeks heating more at being called out.]
People get red in the face when they’re irritated too, asswipe. And you’re an expert at being an irritant.
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don't think about the way the breeze hits his bare skin. look at chuuya.)
I decided that, for a limited time only, I like it. I'm going to be extra irritant from now on, until I'm normal irritant. I should bite them!
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[It’s said with an eye roll as he ties off the last stitch, nice and neat. A bit of medical cream follows, gently soothed over the cuts and hopefully dulling any pain left behind.]
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(it's sore. it helps, even if he can't see it right now, being bitchy as he is. but, hey, he's almost done unwrapping the other arm, and he wants to postpone chuuya looking at it as much as he could-- so, a bite, to the red cheek.)
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[There are arguments to be made that Chuuya is as loyal as any dog, but he’ll get growly if that gets pointed out.
Not that Dazai biting his cheek gets a quiet reaction. The strangled noise chuuya makes is one part embarrassed, one part flustered, one part irritated. His cheeks only get redder.] Dazai!!
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(the cheek is still between his teeth, although barely bitten, just there as his mouth moves awkwardly to get those words out.
there, the other arm is out. and it feels like he gained a few more minutes of chuuya not looking at it, even if dazai's cooperating as much as he can.)
Yes?
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[and is Dazai trying to eat him now??? regardless, Chuuya tilts his head to the side to bite Dazai’s nose in return, lightly.
That their lips barely brush in the process is something he is going to refuse to acknowledge.]
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(he can refuse to acknowledge all he wants. it does still happen, and it freezes dazai a little bit, now this time he's the one who's surprised, perhaps even the tiniest amount of blush on his cheeks.
acknowledge this or the scars? error. ERROR. 404.
here. he's shoving his other arm on chuuya's chest.)
YOU WIN.
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Fucking hell the last word he should be associating with Dazai is 'cute'!! Chuuya's face is turning bright red, and the only response he can manage is taking Dazai's arm with a sputter.] Yeah, and I would have won then, too!
[#maturity.]
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IT'S NOT FAIR!! here, have the arm, have everything, shut up, he has to pull through this and have a good nice revenge, he can't have this on the air like that.)
If you want to kiss me, Chuuya, you can just say so! I don't blame you! I'm very good at these things!
(THERE. IT'S ALL CHUUYA'S FAULT. #maturity.)
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I bit you, I didn't kiss you! You sure you're not the one projecting here, mackerel?!
[He wets the gauze and finally looks down at Dazai's arm. At least they're both pretty off kilter now?]
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his eyes close, almost too tight, as he waits, such a damn baby, and he lets it out in one breath.)
ObviouslyIwanttokissyouweshoulddefinitelydoitrightnowbeforeyoutorturememerciless.
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[And without warning, Chuuya's swiping the medical alcohol soaked gauze over the cuts, carefully cleaning away any blood and dirt trapped in them. Dazai can hiss and whine, but this will get done, damn it.
Wait a second--] Wait-- What the fuck?!
[And now he's pausing as his brain finally processes what Dazai just babbled. With the alcohol soaked pad still on Dazai's arm, baffled and blushing.
Dazai should probably not distract him if he doesn't want this to hurt worse, unfortunately.]
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and then chuuya just keeps it there. it hurts even more with the liquid dripping into his cut, and he just sinks teeth on chuuya's shoulder, letting out a noise as if it's really The Worst Pain Ever Endured By A Human Being.)
Why are you so slow at this!!!! Let's give up!!! Let's just leave me to die!!!!! Ouch, ouch.
(muffled by the way his teeth are not letting go.)
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Chuuya pauses, and Dazai bites him. How is that fair?! A sharp hiss of his own escapes Chuuya's lips, his shoulder jerking in response to the bite, grip tightening on Dazai's arm because why is he not letting go?!]
You big baby, stop biting me!!! And stop saying weird shit to distract me, it's only going to drag this out!!
[Let's just pretend all the talk of kissing and now biting is not doing weird things to Chuuya right now.]
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(HE CAN AND HE WILL??????
but at least the bite is done by the time he thought chuuya was going to let his skin breathe, but he didn't!! god!! he hates you a million times, to the moon and back, and he just rests his forehead where he last sunk teeth in.)
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Once that's done, he'll toss the gauze aside and grab up the needle again.]
Gonna start stitching, just try to relax and stop whining.
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(see, at least he got chuuya to stop this godawful torture. is this what kyoyou has been teaching him? the next one is gonna start up again, and he rubs his face against the muscle of the shoulder, right where it's sore.
just because this is gonna hurt like a bitch. see, this is why he doesn't like to look at it. there are so many stitch marks, so many little things, it sucks, it sucks so much.)
And you didn't even offer me a drink. Monster.
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[And why. Why did he say that. Why does Dazai have to make this sound sexual when he's trying to concentrate, why does he have to rub up against him like a fucking cat in heat, he hates this!
He sets about stitching, trying to focus on his work rather than the warmth of Dazai against the lingering soreness of the bite, or that whiny tone of his voice that just makes Chuuya want to-- ugh.]
You've got enough alcohol in you to catch fire if I light a match, any drink you're getting after this is water or tea. Maybe juice, if you're a good boy.
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(and yet, who's here, dealing with all your bullshit, dazai? he's thankful, he's just a piece of shit. he could do this alone, later, lonely, but as uncomfortable as it is, it does remind him he isn't all such, all the time.
it still feels vulnerable, and while that is not a completely unfamiliar look for both of them, with how their lives sit on the other's hands ever so often, with how this is not nearly the first time chuuya does this-- ah, he doesn't like it. so, his chin presses against the site of the bite, as to keep his head standing on the shoulder.)
Chuuya. Chuuya. Chuuya. Chuuya.
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