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[darkdisgrace]

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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.]

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Empathy, Chuuya!!! Do you know how tiny Meursault cells are?! Fyodor and I were packed like sardines in glass boxes! I haven't had this much room to walk in almost a year! Empathy, empathy!!!

(and he has been... overdoing it. walking as much as he can, as a way to stretch, to come back to having some sort of freedom in his life.)

... How are you, anyway. I guess.

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You do know that kind of thing isn't shit you can't just horse around with, right?

[His voice is deadpan, but there is a hint of concern. If Dazai is being honest here, then... well.

Maybe he'd been a bit too rough earlier. In Chuuya's defense however, he was tired, in that bone deep sort of exhaustion that went beyond the physical. In a strange mutual way of offering an olive branch, a little bit of honesty is freed in the night air.]

Feel like garbage, honestly. Can't remember how long I was... like that. Don't know if the vampires even sleep. [It was a bit like corruption. Trapped in his body, all instinct and urges.] ...The mafia got invaded by them, Dazai.

[That he isn't elaborating is probably telling enough. He doesn't know the numbers, only that it was bad.]

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What? Prison? I'll absolutely horse around with it.

(listen, the boredom was his to yell about, so he will.

he asked, so he wanted to know. quietly, he listens, gaze focused on the smoke that is released from his lungs.

he doesn't know, either.)

... Akutagawa?

(because if chuuya was a vampire and akutagawa too, well, we're all fucked.)

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Muscular atrophy, you idiot. If you body has gone to shit, you need to stop pushing yourself like a masochistic idiot.

[He lets out a sigh.]

My memories are fuzzy, but it seems likely to me. Last I heard he was MIA, presumed killed in action.

[He watches the smoke dissipate into the night air.] Helping your weretiger, just so you know.

[There's a hint of bitterness to his tone.]

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... Fuck.

(it's honesty, isn't it? so he's running a hand across his face, his mind already racing - there are too many possibilities. perhaps they really never left home. perhaps only their spirit is here. perhaps, perhaps--)

Atsushi and Akutagawa were supposed to be the new Double Black. We're not going to be around forever, don't give me that tone.

(perhaps--)

... I need to get home.