...Do I wanna know what you mean by too much? That just sounds questionable.
I'm heading out now myself.
[And he is never, ever going to admit the quiet feeling that settles in his chest at the knowledge that Dazai knows exactly what he was asking. Chuuya is a restless soul, in a place like this: He feels aimless already, without direction. It's not a great place for his head.
Thus, the desire for familiarity. And Dazai? regardless of everything between them, has always been a strange sort of anchoring point in Chuuya's soul.]
(naturally, he's not going to reply. he throws his tablet behind his shoulder, on the bed, grabs his coat and heads out. unreachable, unknown, just how he prefers it - and he heads towards the bar where he spent too many nights at. it has always had meaning to him, even if the memories in that place managed to become tainted.
hardly matters - he cares about it enough to have it rebuild as a comforting soothe of his troubled soul. the other half of is should be here soon, he thinks as he takes a moment to sit in a booth.)
[It won't take Chuuya long to arrive-- and once he spots Dazai, he won't waste time ordering them both drinks, another indication Chuuya is certainly in a Mood. He won't waste time bringing the alcohol over, placing bottles on the table along with glasses before slumping into the booth as well with a quiet sigh.
Fuck, but he's grateful Dazai is here. He'll never say it aloud, but Dazai probably knows anyway.]
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...Do I wanna know what you mean by too much? That just sounds questionable.
I'm heading out now myself.
[And he is never, ever going to admit the quiet feeling that settles in his chest at the knowledge that Dazai knows exactly what he was asking. Chuuya is a restless soul, in a place like this: He feels aimless already, without direction. It's not a great place for his head.
Thus, the desire for familiarity. And Dazai? regardless of everything between them, has always been a strange sort of anchoring point in Chuuya's soul.]
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hardly matters - he cares about it enough to have it rebuild as a comforting soothe of his troubled soul. the other half of is should be here soon, he thinks as he takes a moment to sit in a booth.)
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Fuck, but he's grateful Dazai is here. He'll never say it aloud, but Dazai probably knows anyway.]