[ fyodor brings the cup to his lips, an amused smile hidden as he takes another long sip. he will wait until chuuya finishes his drink before refilling their glasses. ] I think it would be dishonest to pretend I don't have information on you that would technically count as a boundary violation.
[ a tilt of his head, because he's not even sorry for it. ] You have done pretty well for yourself, Chuuya-san. There is no need to be modest about your achievements.
Nikolai would accuse the school system of being an instrument against finding true will. [ fondness. ] I do not put much stock in it. Nor the way most institutions in the world work.
Well obviously. You've already made it clear you know stuff about me that the government would be very keen to keep from getting out. I'm guessing those were among the documents you nabbed from the mafia, and if that's the case thank you for killing that snake Ace. [He downs the rest of his shot with a pleased sigh. It says quite a bit about how tipsy he already is that he's not shy about thanking Fyodor for killing another executive.]
I just didn't expect that research to extend to what languages I speak. Not particularly useful to you, is it? [He waves his glass idly before offering it to Fyodor once more. There's already a slight flush to his cheeks.] And hell yeah I have. School is overrated. I don't need to know who the emperor was 200 years ago, what's that info gonna do for me? Learning what you want, what you need... that's stuff you can do on your own. I'm sure as hell sure you didn't learn half the shit you know in a school, am I right?
[Said with a small grin. Criminals like them had a very different set of priorities.]
You are welcome, it was rather amusing watching him do the deed himself. [ he looks entirely too pleased with having caused a man an unwilling suicide. ] But if you must know, the more sensitive parts of your story did not come from his files. Even the military only has bits and pieces though far more extensive.
[ truly, chuuya's past had been a hunting down of information across two continents but it had been required. still. he leans across and refills both of their cups, making sure to keep his hands clearly in view. there are no tricks here, no attempt to slip anything into his drink and such.
fyodor shakes his head. ] I could not picture you at a traditional school, you would have been a delinquent either way. [ teasing. ] My own schooling was religious in nature, so I do not find it entirely a waste.
[ religion is important to fyodor after all, no matter how twisted it is inside. did he go to school though? who knows. at least it seems like he's willing to pretend he has. ]
Huh. That’s good to know. When I became executive i made sure those files were relocated personally, y’see. [They’d been part of his promotion reward, after years of hard work. By then he’d no longer been so desperate for answers, but the information was still welcome.] So unless you can read minds, they’d be hard to find through that route.
[there’s probably a fair bit on him back in france, since Verlaine and Rimbaud had managed to find him to begin with, but— he’s been very careful with what information he has.
Chuuya lets out a chuckle before knocking back his glass with a smug look at Fyodor’s guess, because—] Absolutely. I’d have driven teachers mad. But you… I can’t guess if you were a model student, or the ‘model student’ who made plenty of trouble but just didn’t get caught.
It does not bother you that I might already know? [ fyodor refills their cups, feels the warmth of the alcohol already setting into his body. oh, he is going to be well and truly drunk soon enough. good vodka will do that quickly, even if he is used to drinking this particular drink in moderate quantities. cheap vodka burns but it does not hit as hard as this.
a pause at the observation, he swirls his cup. what fyodor's past is has been burnt away from record, if there ever was anything to begin with.
dazai has already poked gently into his past, fyodor refused to give answers. but here he offers something:] I had the highest grades, and I was always in perfect trouble.
I'm not gonna say it doesn't bother me, frankly it annoys me a lil to have yet another person in on that baggage. But at this point there's more risk to various government and military big shots, if word gets out about what I am. Not a great look if it gets out that they ultimately provided the Port Mafia with a human WMD. And if they planned to make an issue of it after all these years of the Special Division knowing where I am, I'd be surprised.
[A nice humblebrag that he knows he's a little too strong for most conventional methods to contain. Maybe Meursault could with all the ability resistant building materials, but very few places existed that would withstand corruption.]
Plus, I doubt you're planning to try and ship off a feral vampire to a lab somewhere.
[Chuuya is, quite frankly already drunk, but it's a nice mellow sort of drunk for once as he accepts the refill with a small grin.] 'Perfect Trouble' huh? Yeah, sounds about right. You wouldn't settle for anything less, I bet.
I have never had an interest in selling the truth of your existence to others. I asked because I thought...perhaps you'd prefer if I pretended not to know. [ that it would make chuuya comfortable. fyodor knows he's not exactly...personable but he can try to be an effort to be polite, especially if it means chuuya might be more inclined to listen later down the line.
fyodor slumps back a little on the chair, the smile appearing with a hint of pride. ]
I enjoy doing things properly. If I was going to cause trouble, of course it had to be well executed and while there was never any proof of my involvement, I would be punished regardless.
[ a pause ]
They weren't wrong, of course, but it always seemed arbitrary to punish a crime with no evidence.
If you know, you know. It'd be way weirder if you pretended not to just for my comfort, frankly.
[Chuuya was a brutally honest man at times, and he preferred honesty from others. Irony given his profession, given the people he knows, but... it's the truth.]
Just don't bring it up all the time, or in the company of people who don't. Dazai knows, but otherwise? Keep it between us.
[Oh, that prideful little smile gets a cackle out of Chuuya. He's already quite inebriated, warm and comfortable, and the answering grin he gives after a moment speaks volumes.]
Yeah, that sounds exactly like you. The satisfaction of a perfectly executed plan. I feel for your classmates and teachers, damn! Unless they had it comin', of course.
[ fyodor places a hand over his heart. ] I swear not to speak of your origins to random strangers, cross my heart and hope to die. But I do not know if your accident with Corruption will cause questions in future. [ not that fyodor saw that but ] It shouldn't be too hard to misdirect anyone who gets curious and has more brain cells functioning than the average person.
[ leaning across, his ankle nudges chuuya's with ease. the advantage of looking like a pool noodle. ]
Who is to say if they did or did not? [ fyodor replies with a smile, sipping again. ] Maybe if you had been my classmate I would have been less inclined to mischief, it would have been too distracting to have had you in the same room.
Whoa hey, don't have to go all solemn and shit like that, geez. But that's much appreciated, nonetheless.
[He waves a hand through the air, sighing at the mention of last month.] Yeah I didn't quite make it all the way into town before Dazai got to me, but that doesn't mean nobody saw me using corruption, unfortunately. Luckily, there were a lot of people acting fucking crazy at the time and not just me.
[The offer to misdirect anyone who gets curious is nice honestly. Hopefully Fyodor won't need to, but... well, he's better at this stuff than Chuuya is.
The nudge of an ankle against his gets a look of surprise out of Chuuya, but it's quickly followed by a tipsy laugh, his own ankle sliding up against Fyodor's. Cute.]
From what little I can guess, I'd have made the perfect distraction for your troublemaking, since I'd have been a troublemaker myself.
Oh yes, I would've used you as a scapegoat time and time again. You would have wanted to punch me any time we crossed paths in the school halls. It would have been the bane of all teachers and students like, they would have avoided us like the plague. [ and honestly fyodor why are you getting so carried away with a hypothetical like this???
admittedly, fyodor will never stop being surprised when people are nice to him like this: easy touches, easy words. he nudges back, then shifts so chuuya's ankle is trapped between both of his feet. ]
Oh, probably. But we'd have ended up in the hallways or detention together, if I did. Maybe we'd have bonded over that? [It's a fun hypothetical to think about over several shots of vodka, honestly.
Oh Chuuya is so very drunk, from the near giggle that escapes him when Fyodor's little trap catches his foot. He wiggles it back and forth in the man's hold.]
Definitely. But it's a good kind of drunk when you've got someone to be drunk with, ain't it?
[And here comes Chuuya's other foot-- playfully tapping against his toes before sliding against the curve of one of Fyodor's feet... trailing up his calf, a little.
[ he refills both of their teacups to the brim and almost, almost spills over because they are now playing footsie.
fyodor's laugh is quiet, barely a breath lost under the sounds of their feet doing something as if they were teenagers in detention instead of two grown-ass men who regularly engage in crime for different reasons. ]
[ and instead of answering those words because fyodor has no idea what to do with that, he pulls on too hard and miscalculates because chuuya is built well and all fyodor does is ends up being the one toppling off his chair --
the vodka teacup is fine, he only spilt a little on himself. ]
[Chuuya feels the tug and while it does destabilize him a smidge, it's true: for his small size he's also ridiculously solid, everything compact muscle and bafflingly sturdy. He's left blinking at the place Fyodor was sitting in surprise with the slow bewilderment of a drunk when Fyodor topples over, hunching over to settle his elbows on his knees as his gaze follows the man downward.]
[...And he promptly bursts out laughing like this is the funniest shit in the world. His cheeks hurt from grinning as he reaches out to offer Fyodor a hand up.]
[ fyodor's dignity (assuming he ever had one to begin with) would be bruised and reeling, but there is a certain sense of pride in making chuuya laugh. and isn't that weird? ]
It may be the case that I am inebriated but--[ and he hesitates in taking chuuya's offered hand out of habit. ] I think you are severely drunk if you call me cute, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You--
[ except he does not finish his cringe compliment because then chuuya has landed on him and fyodor gives out an 'oof' because the wooden floor is not comfortable.
a hand sets on chuuya's arm trying to balance and now his vodka does end up spilled between them. they're going to smell with vodka through and through. ]
[Chuuya lets out a grunt at the impact, the smell of vodka stronger in the air as it spills between them, and... Chuuya can't say he minds. The floor is uncomfortable at best and grimy at worst but Fyodor is warm and a little boney, and there's another wheezing chuckle muffled into Fyodor's shoulder, because something about this is so damn funny somehow--
Don't mind him as he devolves into another bout of drunken cackles into Fyodor's shoulder for a second, though he'll eventually leverage himself up on one elbow to peer properly at the man with a face flushed from laughter, proximity and plenty of alcohol, still grinning.]
No no, it's-- we're drinking and playing footsie and you say all this wild cute shit all the damn time. It's crazy as hell and way too fucking cute for me to handle, y'know?
[ the thing is, drunk laughter is such a contagious thing— fyodor is about to move but the proximity, drink and company are a disarmingly lethal combination. he's not entirely sure chuuya is correct in his assessment but his drunken tongue won't let him argue, it merely sits in place. ]
Oh is that what it's called? Footsie. [ this is all entirely too normal and too endearing and--were he able to regret things, he would maybe feel a little bad for having enslaved chuuya to do his bidding but. he isn't that good of a person really. ]
Good thing we have more vodka to help us along the way, [ he shifts his eyes, fixed on chuuya: the way his mouth curves, the crinkles along the corner of his eyes, the way the red hair falls--it's all terribly--] Attractive.
Right now? [ fyodor thinks over his answer, giving it visible consideration as if he were delivering the answer to an important plan. ] I would not think of it as flirting so much as enjoying the fact you are allowing me to touch you.
[ and being touched back, fyodor does grow a little preternaturally still at the touch against his hair. chuuya is not immune to crime and punishment even when fyodor is not actively intending to use it. ]
I do not often admit to being deficient in things but this...this is something I am not skilled in. But you are attractive, and so very human and yet so very dangerous.
[ oh yeah, he's getting close to white girl drunk levels soon. ]
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[ a tilt of his head, because he's not even sorry for it. ] You have done pretty well for yourself, Chuuya-san. There is no need to be modest about your achievements.
Nikolai would accuse the school system of being an instrument against finding true will. [ fondness. ] I do not put much stock in it. Nor the way most institutions in the world work.
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I just didn't expect that research to extend to what languages I speak. Not particularly useful to you, is it? [He waves his glass idly before offering it to Fyodor once more. There's already a slight flush to his cheeks.] And hell yeah I have. School is overrated. I don't need to know who the emperor was 200 years ago, what's that info gonna do for me? Learning what you want, what you need... that's stuff you can do on your own. I'm sure as hell sure you didn't learn half the shit you know in a school, am I right?
[Said with a small grin. Criminals like them had a very different set of priorities.]
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[ truly, chuuya's past had been a hunting down of information across two continents but it had been required. still. he leans across and refills both of their cups, making sure to keep his hands clearly in view. there are no tricks here, no attempt to slip anything into his drink and such.
fyodor shakes his head. ] I could not picture you at a traditional school, you would have been a delinquent either way. [ teasing. ] My own schooling was religious in nature, so I do not find it entirely a waste.
[ religion is important to fyodor after all, no matter how twisted it is inside. did he go to school though? who knows. at least it seems like he's willing to pretend he has. ]
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[there’s probably a fair bit on him back in france, since Verlaine and Rimbaud had managed to find him to begin with, but— he’s been very careful with what information he has.
Chuuya lets out a chuckle before knocking back his glass with a smug look at Fyodor’s guess, because—] Absolutely. I’d have driven teachers mad. But you… I can’t guess if you were a model student, or the ‘model student’ who made plenty of trouble but just didn’t get caught.
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a pause at the observation, he swirls his cup. what fyodor's past is has been burnt away from record, if there ever was anything to begin with.
dazai has already poked gently into his past, fyodor refused to give answers. but here he offers something:] I had the highest grades, and I was always in perfect trouble.
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[A nice humblebrag that he knows he's a little too strong for most conventional methods to contain. Maybe Meursault could with all the ability resistant building materials, but very few places existed that would withstand corruption.]
Plus, I doubt you're planning to try and ship off a feral vampire to a lab somewhere.
[Chuuya is, quite frankly already drunk, but it's a nice mellow sort of drunk for once as he accepts the refill with a small grin.] 'Perfect Trouble' huh? Yeah, sounds about right. You wouldn't settle for anything less, I bet.
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fyodor slumps back a little on the chair, the smile appearing with a hint of pride. ]
I enjoy doing things properly. If I was going to cause trouble, of course it had to be well executed and while there was never any proof of my involvement, I would be punished regardless.
[ a pause ]
They weren't wrong, of course, but it always seemed arbitrary to punish a crime with no evidence.
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[Chuuya was a brutally honest man at times, and he preferred honesty from others. Irony given his profession, given the people he knows, but... it's the truth.]
Just don't bring it up all the time, or in the company of people who don't. Dazai knows, but otherwise? Keep it between us.
[Oh, that prideful little smile gets a cackle out of Chuuya. He's already quite inebriated, warm and comfortable, and the answering grin he gives after a moment speaks volumes.]
Yeah, that sounds exactly like you. The satisfaction of a perfectly executed plan. I feel for your classmates and teachers, damn! Unless they had it comin', of course.
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[ leaning across, his ankle nudges chuuya's with ease. the advantage of looking like a pool noodle. ]
Who is to say if they did or did not? [ fyodor replies with a smile, sipping again. ] Maybe if you had been my classmate I would have been less inclined to mischief, it would have been too distracting to have had you in the same room.
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[He waves a hand through the air, sighing at the mention of last month.] Yeah I didn't quite make it all the way into town before Dazai got to me, but that doesn't mean nobody saw me using corruption, unfortunately. Luckily, there were a lot of people acting fucking crazy at the time and not just me.
[The offer to misdirect anyone who gets curious is nice honestly. Hopefully Fyodor won't need to, but... well, he's better at this stuff than Chuuya is.
The nudge of an ankle against his gets a look of surprise out of Chuuya, but it's quickly followed by a tipsy laugh, his own ankle sliding up against Fyodor's. Cute.]
From what little I can guess, I'd have made the perfect distraction for your troublemaking, since I'd have been a troublemaker myself.
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admittedly, fyodor will never stop being surprised when people are nice to him like this: easy touches, easy words. he nudges back, then shifts so chuuya's ankle is trapped between both of his feet. ]
Ah, have we drunk too much now?
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Oh Chuuya is so very drunk, from the near giggle that escapes him when Fyodor's little trap catches his foot. He wiggles it back and forth in the man's hold.]
Definitely. But it's a good kind of drunk when you've got someone to be drunk with, ain't it?
[And here comes Chuuya's other foot-- playfully tapping against his toes before sliding against the curve of one of Fyodor's feet... trailing up his calf, a little.
Hm. Hm.]
Damn, how are you so fuckin' cute?
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fyodor's laugh is quiet, barely a breath lost under the sounds of their feet doing something as if they were teenagers in detention instead of two grown-ass men who regularly engage in crime for different reasons. ]
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the vodka teacup is fine, he only spilt a little on himself. ]
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2/3 i lied
Oh you are so wasted.
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Master of gravity? Who's that again?]
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It may be the case that I am inebriated but--[ and he hesitates in taking chuuya's offered hand out of habit. ] I think you are severely drunk if you call me cute, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You--
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a hand sets on chuuya's arm trying to balance and now his vodka does end up spilled between them. they're going to smell with vodka through and through. ]
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Don't mind him as he devolves into another bout of drunken cackles into Fyodor's shoulder for a second, though he'll eventually leverage himself up on one elbow to peer properly at the man with a face flushed from laughter, proximity and plenty of alcohol, still grinning.]
No no, it's-- we're drinking and playing footsie and you say all this wild cute shit all the damn time. It's crazy as hell and way too fucking cute for me to handle, y'know?
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Oh is that what it's called? Footsie. [ this is all entirely too normal and too endearing and--were he able to regret things, he would maybe feel a little bad for having enslaved chuuya to do his bidding but. he isn't that good of a person really. ]
Good thing we have more vodka to help us along the way, [ he shifts his eyes, fixed on chuuya: the way his mouth curves, the crinkles along the corner of his eyes, the way the red hair falls--it's all terribly--] Attractive.
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[Said with a playful lilt in his voice as he perches above Fyodor with zero shame, especially because--
Attractive, huh?] See, you keep saying things like that and you're gonna give a guy like me ideas y'know.
[He reaches up to neaten some of Fyodor's hair thrown askew by the fall.]
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[ and being touched back, fyodor does grow a little preternaturally still at the touch against his hair. chuuya is not immune to crime and punishment even when fyodor is not actively intending to use it. ]
I do not often admit to being deficient in things but this...this is something I am not skilled in. But you are attractive, and so very human and yet so very dangerous.
[ oh yeah, he's getting close to white girl drunk levels soon. ]
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