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[... is dangling?

huh.

weird.

he was expecting to either come to at the hospital because he didn't make it or at least facedown on the ground if he did.

but the ground's kinda far away?

and someone's yelling.

oh, wait, that's him.

no, wait.

that's Chuuya. yelling at Akutagawa.

...???

nothing about this makes sense.

his head kinda hurts?

--actually, it's more like his all of him.

being horizontal sounds like it'd be an improvement, probably.

but here he is.

dangling.

and staring at it instead.]

[look the comfort of suicidally stupid dazai's has never really been his priority, just sort of, the possession thereof.

SO. carrying dangling Dazai over to Akutagawa so he can yell at him. Though it's really more of Chuuya's familiar, flat aggravation at this point.]

Aaa?? What do you have to say for yourself?

[grabs Akutagawa by the ear to drag him closer]

Trying to kill Dazai. And my body? That's basically two murders in one. Should I tell Atsushi you fold, then?

[?!

Chuuya's grip kills the pieces of Rashoumon he was using to keep himself together and he has to grab Chuuya's arm to keep himself standing. But he seems more bothered by his words.]

Absolutely not!

[...??? wait, that's a thing in their timeline, too?

more importantly--]

--Chuuya... m'bleed out...

[his shoulder does not look good at all.]

Then why the hell are-- Eh?

[well that was stupid because that can only mean one thing, but it is alarming. Chuuya almost never has additional damage beyond the corruption itself, but he's actually a master martial artist.]

Shit.

[setting Dazai down to actually get a loot at his wounds properly. I see some dumbass stabbed a different dumbass through the shoulder. Concerning.]

If I have to take you to see Mori it's your own fucking fault.

I...

[Nevermind. Akutagawa helpfully collapses next them them, looking at Chuuya for instruction.]

[this is the almost-whine noise of a loopy blood-loss Dazai who is in too much pain to really not be a whiny little bitch about this.]

Not Mori.

At th' school... Dana-sensei.

[or like. you could let him "die" and then the hospital can fix up the body a lot faster?

but he weirdly gets the feeling Chuuya's not gonna go in for that now. huh.]

...fine.

[Nevermind that he has never been inside, probably someone will point a person carrying a bleeding guy to the nearest doctor.

He's folding up his destroyed jacket and unraveling the bandages from his own left arm to temporarily put pressure on the wound. He considers making Akutagawa bandage and carry him but Akutagawa doesn't really even look up to carrying himself and if Chuuya touches him Roshamon stops working and. Ugh.]

What about you, Akutagawa? You dying too?

Edited 2017-09-26 05:21 (UTC)

No, not—[interrupts himself coughing.] —Dying. Most likely.

[Grumble grumble finishes tying off impromptu bandage]

You're coming too. You obviously need to see a doctor, and you're not getting out of apologizing for this mess.

I'll apologize to Chuuya-san.

[like he was even expecting an apology ever.

ignoring Akutagawa because he's now trying to get to his feet in spite of everything hurting and being pretty sure he's not gonna make it to the school on his own. whatever.]

You're apologizing to both of us.

[he is talking to Akutagawa but he stays crouched and gestures toward his back for Dazai's sake in the classic gesture of 'well, get on, then']

I know he was probably being a prick but if you escalate it to this level, you're the one at fault.

[the fuck I am.

He at least knows better than to argue when somebody is bleeding though. he just focuses on getting himself to his feet.]

[uuugh. he wants to be stubborn now. especially since he really wasn't trying to be a prick, tyvm. but he's also pretty sure this is just another fight he's going to lose.

so even though it's just going to ruin his own brown coat, he drags himself onto Chuuya's back.]

... your hat's somewhere in th' bushes.

[hey, an attempt to keep it safe was made, at least.]

[You're safe he wasn't wearing your gay boyfriend coat. Mostly because he was working out and who works out in a trench, doing it in Dazai's pants and dress shirt had been bad enough.

Ugh, honestly he's not THAT light and Dazai's body is Pretty Fucking Tired from what Chuuya's been doing to it for the last day and a half, but he gets his hands under Dazai's thighs and hauled himself to his feet with a grunt.]

...Fine, I'll come back for it later. Thanks.

[time to stomp schoolward looking like the most ragtag bunch of fuck ups]

[Akutagawa is on two feet, mostly thanks to Rashoumon.

well at least he spots the hat in passing and just. Uses Rashoumon to snag it and drop it on Chuuya's head.]

[time for Dazai Osamu to just kind of idly wish that he just pass out or die but unfortunately, he is Dazai Osamu and therefore remains conscious and hating every minute of it.

especially since he's still upset and confused about the fight with Chuuya who is dragging him around.

actually, at least Orga was right about having the chance to say something again. even if he ends up fucking it up again]

... m'willing to maybe consider I was wrong.

[it's mumbled but there. he said it. now he can die.]

[that was a lot of feelings at once, first a bit of gratitude that Akutagawa despite everything is pretty cute, and he offers a slightly mollified sigh and quiet 'thanks' for hat.

But no one is ever prepared for Dazai Osamu to make a noise that sounds even vaguely like an apology, and Chuuya stiffens in confusion as much as reflexive defensiveness, like it's not impossible this is just a set up to tear into him some other way.]

Are you... About what, exactly?

... s'not the same, but you try with what you know how to do?

[yes, that is definitely a vague question mark in the statement because he's not even sure these are the right words and he's pretty dizzy and it's hard to focus, but.]

So you're not... wrong. Or not enough. Just more immediate than long-term.

[wait, that sounds bad.

thunks his head on Chuuya's shoulder. an attempt was made, okok.]

For solutions.

Edited 2017-09-26 18:51 (UTC)

[After no 'haha gotcha' moment comes, Chuuya relaxes and sighs.

It's at least obvious An Attempt Is Being Made, which is almost unheard of even for his Dazai, maybe he should have been incurring more blood loss all these years.]

Honestly, I don't even know what you're saying.

But...

[he pauses to heft Dazai a little more along his back]

We can talk about it later.

...I won't hit you.

[nah, blood loss with that brain would make it easier to not emote.

this brain is just so bad at emoting all the time, he hates it.]

... couldn't hit that hard like that anyway.

[more mumbles and maybe not a great thing to say but hey, it was either that or childishly asking Chuuya to promise not to, which: hell no.]

There's no way we're talking about it before we're back in our own bodies. I'm not risking that again.

[okay we are getting to the school, just sort of...

i guess 'll read the school map and then head toward the infirmary]

I hope your doctor is where doctors belong.

[you just want to hit me harder next time! 8(!]

... yeah. Infirmary, she said.

[thankfully chuuya is still not smart enough to guess how consistently dumb dazai is will just assume it's understood that he's not going to hit him.

Time to stomp into the infirmary carrying a very blooded and fucked up self on his back. Chuuya!Body sort of generally looks like garbage but in particular has a jacket folded up under some tightly wound bandages to put pressure on a shoulder wound.

Akutagawa looks like he's had a Bad Time and isn't standing so great.

And Chuuya in Dazai's body is ALSO covered in bandages though they are mostly clean and seem to be fine. He just looks tired and cranky]

Yoo... anyone home?