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WHAT in person
WHERE Around
WHEN Day 112

[ anyway maybe you are getting over being locked out/trapped somewhere.

Good news it's a really nice day out now, everything is fine

basically it's a rare normal day in QM, have fun. ]

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[takehisheadoff]

[ verbal dragging his feet ]

It wasn't. . . bad.

[ hhhrg ]

Letting you take care of things . . . wasn't bad.

[ it's true seeing eye chuuya dog is a kink ]

[leaveshishaton]

[He knows 'wasn't bad' is basically as much of an admission of 'I enjoyed it' that he's likely to get in most cases.]

...taking care of you...?

[there's a soft tease to his tone, he's not sure if Dazai means the helplessness or Chuuya making the decisions or just Chuuya hitting him but it all sort of amounts to the same thing.]

[takehisheadoff]

[ please let him live.

a sort of short strained laugh ]

I wouldn't mind it, going blind, if you're there.

[leaveshishaton]

[that escalated quickly,

tho it's also kind of sweet.

there's that embarrassed low note in his voice and his fingers curl a little tightly into Dazai's hair]

Well, I'd mind. So guard that eye.

[takehisheadoff]

[ sighs, whines a little ]

It'd be fiiiiiinnnneee.

[ just kind of filling the air now with something contrarybecause he can ]

[leaveshishaton]

That's definitely even worse than breaking half of your fingers. You think it'd be fine now and then you'd find all sorts of stuff you miss.

[he's not serious, or rather, he's not taking the conversation seriously either. his hand loosens and resumes petting.]

[takehisheadoff]

It's true, I'd miss seeing your blushing face.

[leaveshishaton]

[god

he's so gay

makes a grunting noise and turns his face into Dazai's chest and covers his eye up again]

[takehisheadoff]

[ me too buddy

laughs a little, low and soft but it kind of trickles off fast. his mood has improved exactly one centimeter, but that's better than nothing ]

[leaveshishaton]

[pets him quietly for a while longer, then...]

...is it better like this...? Or if I let you go off on your own...?

[takehisheadoff]

. . . Isn't it annoying, to know you're obligated to look after me? That you feel responsible for whatever I do, when you're not? You're not wrong, if I do what I want you might not like it.

[leaveshishaton]

[there's a pause in his pettings, and when he continues the stroke is slower and longer]

....I'm not the sort of saint who can say it's not frustrating. But... it's not like there's a way through this that isn't. You always seem to think I have other options, like I can just walk away, or stop caring, or not think about what I should've done differently.

[takehisheadoff]

So you're trapped.

[ woo, ]

[leaveshishaton]

It's not like I didn't trap you.

[takehisheadoff]

You didn't.

[leaveshishaton]

You wanted to die. I wouldn't let you. Now you can't.

....I'd do it again, too. I'd do it differently, if I could. But I still wouldn't let you.

[takehisheadoff]

[ mmmn ]

Is it really [ uh ] dating if we're just trapped with each other.

[leaveshishaton]

It's only a trap when you're trying to get rid of me. I'm here right now because it's where I want to be.

[takehisheadoff]

. . . are you?

[leaveshishaton]

Yeah...? I like being around you when you're not intentionally making it intolerable.

[takehisheadoff]

[ uh i mean

weird. ]

[leaveshishaton]

If I didn't I would've stopped putting up with you ten years ago.

[takehisheadoff]

. . . mm.

[leaveshishaton]

[back to quiet pets i guess]

...are you only here because you're trapped, then...?

[takehisheadoff]

. . . [ uh ]

I don't know.