You of all people know how to wriggle out of anyone's grip, that's no-- [Waking up quick is an understatement, because his voice catches in a very interesting way at the way Dazai runs his fingers over his palm, fingers twitching, a shiver running through him that Dazai can surely feel.
This close there's no hiding his reactions, or the way his gaze goes unfocused for a moment before he chokes out a somewhat strangled response.]
That's 'cause I don't wanna be smothered. Weren't you the one who was complaining about me sitting on you? This payback or something?
Not when the grip is a sleeping, drunk God-Human angry tiny thing.
(excuses, excuses.
it's interesting, though, how his breath hitches in his throat, the shiver. ah, well. he's going to make a circle with his nail, no actual damage before it retreats.)
No, this is a very lazy murder attempt. Just die already.
(isn't that a very good solution? chuuya is not going to do it, and now that dazai managed to establish the lie he's just doing this to be a dick, he rests on chuuya's chest, gripping on him much like chuuya did as he fell asleep.)
[Chuuya lets out a sigh, because he does have a suspicion as to why Dazai is being Like This, and frankly... he doesn't particularly mind letting him be needy right now. Chuuya has been tired, he's been feeling like crap, and frankly Dazai is comfortable.
9 months, huh....?
One hand comes up to curl around Dazai as well as Chuuya grumbles.]
I'll kick your ass later, after I've gotten a bit more shut-eye. You at least make a half-decent heated blanket.
[It's not even a real threat, and they both know it.]
(they can keep lying to each other, to themselves, but this is awfully nice. his head lifts, a hand supporting it, elbow sinking on the mattress as he looks, just looks. chuuya looks pretty in the morning, his head tilts a little just as if he's seeing a hallucination, knowing fairly well that he isn't.)
You looked very peaceful, so I guess the half-decent thing is bullshit.
[They'll keep lying to each other as long as they can, because that's just who they are. But Chuuya must admit, at least to himself, he really did sleep well. He woke up feeling refreshed for once, and that's always something to savor.
Dazai's staring, however, is more than a little strange. He looks like-- He....
Chuuya grumbles and sinks deeper into the bedding, pale skin getting just the slightest tint of red. It's annoyance. Absolutely.] Yeah well, I was exhausted.
(it's almost like he's testing limits, with how his hand comes up to tuck some of the hair on chuuya's face behind his ear, even as he further burrows into the sheets. it even makes dazai move a little, just to find more comfort on top of the other.)
[Which should be Chuuya pointing out Dazai was no better but it sounds like something else, somehow.
Especially when he lets Dazai tuck his hair back, red hair a little curlier than usual, strands all over the place with bedhead. He's a little softer with contentment humming in his bones, a little less inclined to fight his way out of this, a little more peaceful.
He's reluctant to pull away, shifting slightly in a way that only makes the way Dazai is laying a little more comfortable for them both.]
I fell asleep, you can't hold that against me, like you held me.
(ah, the level of bullshit, never less, never slightly better. chuuya would probably know how many times dazai wakes up at night to make this such a bad excuse.
besides, he's being so nicely held. his face hides against the other's neck, considering it a blessing the choker is now somewhere on the floor, arms coming under chuuya for maximum comfort.
and a sigh. it's better if he doesn't look at chuuya's face, anyway. he hates it that he doesn't hate it.)
Excuses, excuses. [He does know how often Dazai wakes at night. He also doubts that particular sleep issue has changed during the last four years. Where Chuuya slept like a computer shutting down, Dazai slept like he'd never known a peaceful night's sleep in his life.
But is he going to call him on that outright? Hell no. That'd be opening a can of worms he isn't quite ready to deal with.
It's almost easier for Chuuya when Dazai hides his face in his neck. Chuuya doesn't have to look at that expression on his face, and that's... a lot easier. But he also has to deal with the feel of Dazai's face tucked against his neck, the intimacy and the warmth of such a position.
...And yet, his hand still comes up to rest atop Dazai's head, lightly brushing over dark locks. This is just Dazai being needy. Totally.]
(he deserves to be pushed, but if chuuya ever tried, it won't do much, with how strongly he's being held. it's the first time, isn't it? it's usually carrying, allowing chuuya to rest against his legs when corruption drains him completely.
his lips are brushing against skin, but not purposefully. it's just how close he is.)
[Ugh. It's very tempting to push Dazai away, especially since he can feel the faint brush of Dazai's lips against his neck a he speaks. Chuuya can't quite hide the way his breath catches just slightly at the sensation, but he won't comment on it.
He did call him, after all.
Such a statement has layers, so many layer between them. Far too many to pry apart or look at in the morning light. But Chuuya will run his fingers through Dazai's hair, bare of gloves, in an idle touch.
(but finding a home on top of the other, hidden by layers of blankets and warmth, unspoken dependency and need of the other is fine. like that will erase everything that's happening here.
he might as well just sink his face further against his skin. it's warm.)
[Just a peck, barely even there, it doesn't count!
There's nothing happening here if they don't talk about it. If they don't point out how nice it feels to be close to each other, how comforting, then it doesn't have to mean anything.
It doesn't, even if it does.
Dazai is so warm and solid against him, and it makes Chuuya feel content in a way he doesn't want to acknowledge, so he doesn't. He just basks in it for the moment.]
Hey! Are you complaining about it?! You truly ARE a chicken.
(he wanted more, but SOMEONE didn't help him out on it. it doesn't work if only one is tossing their pride aside, does it?that's why chuuya gets a little more squeezed, a little more attached to dazai before he suddenly loosens the grip.
back to peaceful, moving his head around the hand, as if he was guiding it to where he wants it to be.)
All I'm saying is if you kiss all your girlfriends like that, I'm amazed you get laid.
[And it was barely a peck, when Chuuya wasn't actually expecting it! So. But there's no heat in his voice whatsoever.
He only rolls his eyes at the squeezing, yet even with all the barbs his hand does shift to follow Dazai's guidance to where he wants to be pet, perfectly obliging. It is peaceful, and Chuuya isn't inclined to break that peace.]
Do you think you deserve the best of me so I should have given you something better?
(if there's anyone who does, that would be chuuya. if one would ignore all the manipulation, all the deaths in dazai's hand of people chuuya cared about, all the times chuuya's saved him - he deserves it solely because dazai left him without so much as a goodbye.
he's not gonna think about it, not when he's getting what he wants - perhaps needs.)
[What the fuck Dazai. No really, what kind of question is that? Chuuya looks surprised for a moment, before shifting his eyes to look up at the ceiling above. For some reason, he feels like Dazai actually means that. It feel like something you'd ask a lover, not...]
No, I think a stupid peck on the lips as a gotcha moment barely even counts as a kiss.
[He rolls his eye, running his fingers through Dazai's hair. That feels like a safe answer, somehow.]
(whether he got the answer he wanted, or not at all, remains a mystery. he's done for the moment,so dazai simply stretches a little to sit next to him... and no, it was comfortable, this was safe, outside world bad, he returns right away to the neck.)
[Dazai can't you just say what you want for once!!
Probably not, but that's fine for now. Chuuya finally lower his gaze when Dazai shifts, something in his eyes almost resembling disappointment for a brief moment before Dazai proceeds to tuck himself right back where he was anyway.
He let out a snort, but his hand immediately returns to stroking through Dazai's hair as if it belongs there, undeniably affectionate.] Not like we've got anywhere to be, so having a lay in isn't a terrible idea right now.
(he was already resigned, deciding that pushing chuuya would probably not go anywhere, but he catches that look. he knows what it means, each expression on chuuya's face as transparent as they have ever been, with how much they seem to fuse and separate into two.
oh, well, it's fine. he's comfortable, and he'll pull chuuya to switch places with him, so he can be on top, with arms around him, and dazai can play with the red strands of hair, curling them around his fingers.)
[Dazai pulling them into a switch of places is a surprise, but a welcome one. Not that he can't handle Dazai's gangly weight, but it's nice to be on top, so to speak.
He settles with his chin on Dazai's chest, because it's warm, because he can feel Dazai breathing beneath him. It's nice in a way that is incredibly irritating.]
I somehow doubt you got a job that quickly.
[This is Dazai after all.
...The only problem with this position is it makes it very hard to avoid Dazai's gaze, or hide the contentment in his own expression. The fingers playing with his hair feel nice, a soft noise escaping Chuuya as he tilts his head just slightly in the direction of them, eyes falling half lidded.]
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[Chuuya's in the middle of a small yawn when Dazai rolls, and his mouth snaps shut with a sleepy deadpan look as Dazai attempts his 'smothering'.]
Not even a little. You're like a heavy, boney blanket.
[Dazai is just not nearly heavy enough to smother anyone, frankly. It is quite comfortable, but Chuuya squirms a little anyway, letting out a sigh.]
I feel like an octopus is trying to smother me and failing miserably, actually.
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(agaisnt his will his ass. not when he is now on top of the other like this, willing, comfy, and oh, he's waking up chuuya quick.
with a feathery touch to the palm of his hand.)
Mhm. You're not helping at all. Almost like you don't want to be smothered!
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This close there's no hiding his reactions, or the way his gaze goes unfocused for a moment before he chokes out a somewhat strangled response.]
That's 'cause I don't wanna be smothered. Weren't you the one who was complaining about me sitting on you? This payback or something?
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(excuses, excuses.
it's interesting, though, how his breath hitches in his throat, the shiver. ah, well. he's going to make a circle with his nail, no actual damage before it retreats.)
No, this is a very lazy murder attempt. Just die already.
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[His voice catches, stumbles, pitches up slightly at that sharp drag of nail, and there's no hiding that he's very suddenly wide awake and flustered.]
How about you die instead?
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(isn't that a very good solution? chuuya is not going to do it, and now that dazai managed to establish the lie he's just doing this to be a dick, he rests on chuuya's chest, gripping on him much like chuuya did as he fell asleep.)
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9 months, huh....?
One hand comes up to curl around Dazai as well as Chuuya grumbles.]
I'll kick your ass later, after I've gotten a bit more shut-eye. You at least make a half-decent heated blanket.
[It's not even a real threat, and they both know it.]
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You looked very peaceful, so I guess the half-decent thing is bullshit.
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Dazai's staring, however, is more than a little strange. He looks like-- He....
Chuuya grumbles and sinks deeper into the bedding, pale skin getting just the slightest tint of red. It's annoyance. Absolutely.] Yeah well, I was exhausted.
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(it's almost like he's testing limits, with how his hand comes up to tuck some of the hair on chuuya's face behind his ear, even as he further burrows into the sheets. it even makes dazai move a little, just to find more comfort on top of the other.)
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[Which should be Chuuya pointing out Dazai was no better but it sounds like something else, somehow.
Especially when he lets Dazai tuck his hair back, red hair a little curlier than usual, strands all over the place with bedhead. He's a little softer with contentment humming in his bones, a little less inclined to fight his way out of this, a little more peaceful.
He's reluctant to pull away, shifting slightly in a way that only makes the way Dazai is laying a little more comfortable for them both.]
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(ah, the level of bullshit, never less, never slightly better. chuuya would probably know how many times dazai wakes up at night to make this such a bad excuse.
besides, he's being so nicely held. his face hides against the other's neck, considering it a blessing the choker is now somewhere on the floor, arms coming under chuuya for maximum comfort.
and a sigh. it's better if he doesn't look at chuuya's face, anyway. he hates it that he doesn't hate it.)
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But is he going to call him on that outright? Hell no. That'd be opening a can of worms he isn't quite ready to deal with.
It's almost easier for Chuuya when Dazai hides his face in his neck. Chuuya doesn't have to look at that expression on his face, and that's... a lot easier. But he also has to deal with the feel of Dazai's face tucked against his neck, the intimacy and the warmth of such a position.
...And yet, his hand still comes up to rest atop Dazai's head, lightly brushing over dark locks. This is just Dazai being needy. Totally.]
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(he deserves to be pushed, but if chuuya ever tried, it won't do much, with how strongly he's being held. it's the first time, isn't it? it's usually carrying, allowing chuuya to rest against his legs when corruption drains him completely.
his lips are brushing against skin, but not purposefully. it's just how close he is.)
I called you, you know.
(that's all he's going to say on that.)
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[Ugh. It's very tempting to push Dazai away, especially since he can feel the faint brush of Dazai's lips against his neck a he speaks. Chuuya can't quite hide the way his breath catches just slightly at the sensation, but he won't comment on it.
He did call him, after all.
Such a statement has layers, so many layer between them. Far too many to pry apart or look at in the morning light. But Chuuya will run his fingers through Dazai's hair, bare of gloves, in an idle touch.
Of course he came. It's Dazai.]
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(but finding a home on top of the other, hidden by layers of blankets and warmth, unspoken dependency and need of the other is fine. like that will erase everything that's happening here.
he might as well just sink his face further against his skin. it's warm.)
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[Just a peck, barely even there, it doesn't count!
There's nothing happening here if they don't talk about it. If they don't point out how nice it feels to be close to each other, how comforting, then it doesn't have to mean anything.
It doesn't, even if it does.
Dazai is so warm and solid against him, and it makes Chuuya feel content in a way he doesn't want to acknowledge, so he doesn't. He just basks in it for the moment.]
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(he wanted more, but SOMEONE didn't help him out on it. it doesn't work if only one is tossing their pride aside, does it?that's why chuuya gets a little more squeezed, a little more attached to dazai before he suddenly loosens the grip.
back to peaceful, moving his head around the hand, as if he was guiding it to where he wants it to be.)
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[And it was barely a peck, when Chuuya wasn't actually expecting it! So. But there's no heat in his voice whatsoever.
He only rolls his eyes at the squeezing, yet even with all the barbs his hand does shift to follow Dazai's guidance to where he wants to be pet, perfectly obliging. It is peaceful, and Chuuya isn't inclined to break that peace.]
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(if there's anyone who does, that would be chuuya. if one would ignore all the manipulation, all the deaths in dazai's hand of people chuuya cared about, all the times chuuya's saved him - he deserves it solely because dazai left him without so much as a goodbye.
he's not gonna think about it, not when he's getting what he wants - perhaps needs.)
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No, I think a stupid peck on the lips as a gotcha moment barely even counts as a kiss.
[He rolls his eye, running his fingers through Dazai's hair. That feels like a safe answer, somehow.]
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(whether he got the answer he wanted, or not at all, remains a mystery. he's done for the moment,so dazai simply stretches a little to sit next to him... and no, it was comfortable, this was safe, outside world bad, he returns right away to the neck.)
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Probably not, but that's fine for now. Chuuya finally lower his gaze when Dazai shifts, something in his eyes almost resembling disappointment for a brief moment before Dazai proceeds to tuck himself right back where he was anyway.
He let out a snort, but his hand immediately returns to stroking through Dazai's hair as if it belongs there, undeniably affectionate.] Not like we've got anywhere to be, so having a lay in isn't a terrible idea right now.
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oh, well, it's fine. he's comfortable, and he'll pull chuuya to switch places with him, so he can be on top, with arms around him, and dazai can play with the red strands of hair, curling them around his fingers.)
Wow, you think I have nowhere to be?
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He settles with his chin on Dazai's chest, because it's warm, because he can feel Dazai breathing beneath him. It's nice in a way that is incredibly irritating.]
I somehow doubt you got a job that quickly.
[This is Dazai after all.
...The only problem with this position is it makes it very hard to avoid Dazai's gaze, or hide the contentment in his own expression. The fingers playing with his hair feel nice, a soft noise escaping Chuuya as he tilts his head just slightly in the direction of them, eyes falling half lidded.]
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