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[darkdisgrace]

[And Chuuya narrows his eyes. He's quite certain with how grossed out Dazai had acted there was no way the man would go through with it. It's an empty threat at best.]

You wouldn't dare. You're just trying to wriggle out of giving my hat back, bastard.

[Which is why he's going to try to snatch it back again.]

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I wouldn't? Are you sure?

(the attempt makes him inch closer, with how distracted chuuya is with taking the hat. he stops, however, close enough, still using his long arm stretched to keep the accessory away.)

Are you going to get off or not? Last chance! Last, last, last!

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Sure am.

[Because even if Dazai actually had the balls to go through with it just to fuck with Chuuya--

Chuuya's fist is slamming into Dazai's gut, his other hand reaching out to snatch his hat back in the same motion.

no mercy.]

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(OUCH. OUCH. WHAT HAS HE EVER DONE TO DESERVE THIS? it's a coughing fit, but he even stretches his arm further, because the desire to antagonize chuuya is bigger than the unspeakable pain.

and he does give the other a peck, before his long leg pushes chuuya forward, so he can slide under him.)

Asshole!! I warned you!! You couldn't even give me that?! Monster! Brute!

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[DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THIS ENDURANCE COMING FROM it's incredibly rude!! He just wants his hat back damn it!!!

That peck does get Chuuya to freeze for a moment, slowly processing that Dazai just did that. But as Dazai slips out from under him, he's going to get grabbed by the scruff of his shirt.]

What the fuck Dazai?! Ugh!! Nothing less than you deserve for that!

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(damn this prisioner outfit, so baggy, so easy to grab!! his long limbs are flailing, he's whining, loudly. let him go, damn it, he just wants to play!! he's drunk!!)

I warned you!! You didn't leave so many times!! You just wanted a kiss!! Let me go!!!

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I wanted my hat damn it!!! And you still haven't given it back!!

[And thus they come to this: Chuuya sitting on the edge of the table, grabbing Dazai by his shirt collar to hold him in place as he takes a long swig out of his wine bottle as if that will erase the fact that Dazai kissed him.]

You petty bastard, I'm not leaving you alone until you do!

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But I don't want to give your hat back. I told you I'm sensitive, and you pin me... And then I tell you I will kiss you if you don't move... And then you are still holding me... Let me go?

(he's even batting his eyes, the hat still so far from chuuya's reach.)

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I did all that because you took my hat.

[They have the petty stubbornness of children, the both of them. He twists his fist in Dazai's collar, tightening his grip.]

I'll let you go if you give my hat back. But I'm not letting go until you do.

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AAh! Ta-ta-ta-ta... No! The price is you admitting that you did this on purpose!

(he's going to just shrink his shoulders a little, and bite the wrist that keeps him in place. hard.)

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You degenerate-- ow!!

[Chuuya lets out a yell of frustration and pain... mostly frustration, because his other hand is finally abandoning his wine bottle to reach over and grab Dazai by the hair, yanking hard in an attempt to get his teeth off him.]

Are you some sort of rabid dog now?!

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You pinned me, punched me, and I'm the degenerate?! At least deny a little bit more! Don't pin me when I'm so sensitive! I've just come out of prison, you know!!

(he's flailing, trying to stand up, and he's going to drag chuuya if he has to to grab his drink.)

Ouch, ouch, ouch... Let go!!

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Saying you're 'sensitive' could mean anything!!

[And yet the more Dazai says it, the more Chuuya's sleepy brain translates that to---]

....Are you just fucking horny?!

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Didn't you spend years with me? What do you think? I have been in prison for nine months. My heart is fragile.

(YES.)

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[And Chuuya's face is flushed-- with fury, mainly.]

Your heart is rotten, it's your dick you're talking about!

[And that.

is followed by Chuuya slamming his foot right into Dazai's backside. If he falls, Chuuya's making another go for the hat.]

If you're horny, go bother someone else you cretin!

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I'm sad, too! Chuuya's height always makes me laugh, so I had you come here!!!!

(ah, chuuya. he falls, but not before he uses his height to throw the hat to hang from a chandelier.

enjoy being held by the shin. can't float there, can you now.)

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I'm not here to entertain you, asshole!! And you're certainly not getting a pity fuck from me!

[Ha, success....! Except...

Damn it, Dazai!!]

Let go!!

[He's going to stomp on the wrist of Dazai's hand on his shin with his other foot. Mercilessness, thy name is an exhausted Chuuya.]

What do you really want Dazai?!

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I DON'T WANT A PITY FUCK FROM YOU, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WERE PINNING ME!!!

(ouch, OUCH, OUCH. something cracked, and he hates it, but pulling it would be worse, so he just lets go, chuuya won this round, maybe, sorta.)

Ugh, nevermind. Let's just go to bed if that's what you want so bad. Go, go, who said I wanted anything in the first place, go, go.

(company. ):)

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[Chuuya immediately takes the chance to float up and grab his hat, tucking it securely back onto his head once he has, grinning in victory. But once that is finally taken care of...

Damn it, Dazai's sulking is almost worse than him being a pain in the ass. His grin falls as Chuuya takes a seat once more, slumping in place and letting out an exhausted sigh.

Damn it.

Just once. Just this once, he's going to humor the man. He's already regretting it, but this is his life.]

Dazai, I'm fucking wiped. If you want company you've got to ask, because I'm not sure when I last fucking slept before arriving here, on top of everything else.

[All this fighting only made his exhaustion worse, and he's fairly certain he has a sleep debt the size of a small country at this point.]

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(once chuuya leaves his wrist alone, he immediately sits up to access the damage. it's not broken, that's for sure, but it isn't broken, at least. dazai's eyes roll as chuuya jumps, the gravity his slave and once he's back, dazai stands, hands patting imaginary dust (or real, let him dream) from his prison outfit.)

I don't want anything anymore. You should sleep.

(there's a walk where he leaves the money on the table, his hand showing chuuya's pack of cigarettes he sneaked out of his pocket in their fights. a stick between his lips, chuuya should follow, probably.)

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[Chuuya scowls up at Dazai, and when he walks away Chuuya does the only thing he can: He follows, pausing only to mumble a 'sorry about the ruckus' to the poor bartender. Damn Dazai and his long ass legs--]

Don't give me that shit, Dazai. Do give me one of those, though.

[Grabbing hands towards his cigs follow. He's not going to fight Dazai for the pack, but he wants at least one okay.]

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But these are for grown-ups, though, Chuuya.

(the smoke leaves his lungs in little chuckles, but he allows chuuya do retrieve them. he has no intention of keeping the pack on him, anyway, once he sits on a patch of grass, long limbs stretching.)

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You probably shouldn't be smoking them then.

[He takes the pack back, tucking it away in his pocket after snagging a stick and lighting up. A deep inhale follows, the soothing burn filling his lungs before he lets out a smoke-filled sigh.]

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I'm way more grown than you. 181cm is nice, isn't it? Ah, I've grown so much.

(look at how long his legs are, he's stretching, leaving the cigarette between his lips and trying to reach his feet. he... doesn't, cracking his back instead.)

... Ouch.

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And what you have in height, you lack in maturity.

[Ugh. Chuuya makes a face, but it's quickly replaced with some wry amusement at the way Dazai's back cracks.]

Oh, my bad. You're an old man now, I guess.

[It's said with a snicker as he raises the wine bottle to his lips.]