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WHAT anything, really
WHERE ANYWHERE
WHEN Day 47

[allergies are clear and so are the aphro effects! maybe. unless you decided to bottle some of those spores up or something, who knows. you do you, friend. either way, it seems to be a lovely breezy day out with the sun shining and whatnot.

you're probably going about doing your thing. whatcha up to?]

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[shit, me too. why did i bring this up again?? ? ? ?

looks away from Dazai, peering over the edge of the building instead]

...seems like a good guy.

That's because he is.

[he will fight u before jumping if you argue.]

[Don't take that tone with me asshole.]

Which I just said! What did you want to hear?

You said "seems".

I've talked to him once! If you wanted more of an opinion maybe you should've said something about him earlier.

Talking about him at all is what got him killed in the first place, so why would I continue to make the same mistake here?

I meant four years earlier.

[not that... that really would've made a difference. Apparently.

scowls and looks off]

I'm not working for Mori.

Then what are you doing?

[not that he cares, but also he's skeptical about the whole "I'm not working for Mori" angle in general.]

Trying to understand Dazai Osamu? Don't make me laugh. You won't because you can't. That's just simple fact. You might as well give it up.

Funny.

[how do you feel about the hand flashing out to get around your neck asshole]

Someone who keeps going on and on about not being the same still sounds exactly like that suicidal freak.

[the same as always, really. because this is expected.]

I won't deny similarities when it comes to suicidal behavior, but it's hardly my fault you have a tendency to take your anger at the truth out on its messenger.

[the temptation to hold him out over the edge of the building is real, but instead he slams him backward onto the rooftop]

Yeah, yeah, the brilliant Dazai always knows what I'll do.

Which means you're really just getting what you want every time. For your worthless ass to get kicked around by someone who doesn't think you're such hot shit.

[well, he's slammed, then. doesn't really put up too much of a fight, though he does start doing that shitty smiling thing again.]

That's one way to look at it, sure.

[Casually straddles him, putting enough pressure on his neck that those bandages are probably going to be actually hiding something later]

Hhoh? If you have a different opinion, out with it.

[he adjusts his breathing accordingly, but haha, wow it's been a while since he's pissed off a Chuuya enough for this kind of treatment. but maybe this is a more common affair for this Chuuya.]

You know, if you strangle me to a certain point, the hospital will just send people out to retrieve me before I can die.

[so why bother, really?]

Unfortunately for you, I'm pretty good at stopping before that point.

[But he's not cutting his air off all the way yet, just pressing a thumb into his pulse]

Avoiding the question?

Hey, Chuuya... c'mon. It wouldn't take much to get to that point, you know? You've definitely thought about it before, right? And it's not like it'll count in this place. If you really wanted to, in this place...

[Chuuya has a lot of flavors of mad, they more or less end up in the same place; with his fist in Dazai's face. But there's something darker and colder behind it as he backhands Dazai with his other hand still around his throat.]

You're right. I've considered it hundreds of times.

[Dazai: a champ at taking hits.]

Ah... then, it'd be like a dream come true, right? C'mon...

[if anyone else were to come across this scene, it'd probably look like he's enticing for some hot sex with the way he shifts but the typical detached gaze of his gives away plenty what he's actually pushing for.

it's a terrible idea, really. but he can't really help that bitter feeling that drags him down at hearing that admittance.

of course that's the case. Dazai's never wrong about that.]

[Chuuya makes a guttural, angry noise.]

Maybe for you.

[Drags Dazai up by his throat. Close enough that Chuuya headbutts him a bit. Though that's more of an aggressive carelessness than an attack]

Too bad, I don't owe you that much.

[And maybe Dazai was not trying to entice for hot sex but he can't have what he did want so what he gets is Chuuya's biting, angry kiss.]

[ugh. the kiss just pulls the most frustrated noise from him but he also doesn't fight against it because at least it's something other than talking, other than dealing with Chuuya figuratively butting his head against what Dazai already knows is something he won't get.

there's the thought that they're still pretty close to the edge of the roof like this, but mostly he's just going to bite Chuuya's lip hard enough to hurt.]

[Chuuya will take the pain of the bite much more happily than the salt Dazai rubs into his wounds every time he opens his mouth. And it might be the only real option anyway, because he can't leave Dazai up here when he's trying to die and he can't kill him.

And they can never, ever, ever just talk. No.

So he responds by pushing hard into the kiss and pulling at Dazai's hair hard enough that that hurts.]

[why bother talking when there's hair pulls that would make Dazai hiss sharply but there's also kissing going on so mostly he just makes another irritated noise.

his own hands are moving to Chuuya's legs where they can dig their fingers into his thighs. there's the thought of seeing if he can't get any of the weapons Chuuya likely has hidden on his person and use it to get out this situation entirely, but it's discarded since all Chuuya has to do is slam his head into the ground enough times to knock him silly to prevent that. so there's no point to it.

there's also the growing need for more air, but the dizzying effect feels better than being focused on every little thing. his pulse is racing a bit, adrenaline making this all a bit more of a thrill than it rightly should be.]

[The kiss drags on, aggressive and inconsiderate, scraping Dazai's lips and leaving those bruised too while Chuuya continues to restrict his air.

But it would be a mistake to think that because he's mad that he's out of control. He wasn't kidding about getting good at knowing how far he could take this. He might not understand Dazai Osamu, but he's learned various facts over the years; he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to think, he barely wants to live. And a lot of that can be at least temporarily addressed with the right application of force.

So he digs his fingers into Dazai's neck until he suspects Dazai might start losing consciousness, then lets him breathe again all at once. The hand that had been squeezing the life out of him starts undoing the other's shirt, and the kiss ends so that Chuuya can drag Dazai's head back and bite at his neck through the bandages.]

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