[Chuuya might have jogged some of the way to get their quicker, and Dazai probably felt the worry thrumming through their connection on the way there.
But seeing Dazai sitting on the beach settles some of that, even if it still simmers low in his gut. Dazai's usual tactic is to drown himself in something to muffle his brain with booze, drugs or pain, not... go sober. Either he'd hurt himself worse than usual, or he was in a worse headspace than Chuuya expected.
He settles into the sand next to Dazai, letting out a sigh.]
At least the beach is better than a hole in the mountains.
(it's annoying, to feel that worry. it doesn't help - he is already so sad that they love this much. he's already so scared. the hand touches the other's, carefully massaging it as he looks into the horizon, a sigh leaving.)
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Dazai?
Alright yeah, he's making his way over immediately.
...After stuffing his pockets with medical supplies.]
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But seeing Dazai sitting on the beach settles some of that, even if it still simmers low in his gut. Dazai's usual tactic is to drown himself in something to muffle his brain with booze, drugs or pain, not... go sober. Either he'd hurt himself worse than usual, or he was in a worse headspace than Chuuya expected.
He settles into the sand next to Dazai, letting out a sigh.]
At least the beach is better than a hole in the mountains.
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Is it?