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[ doesn't look at them just pops them in his mouth and swallows them then kind of his holds his hand out for Chuuya ]

[instead of taking Dazai's hand, he puts a glass in it]

[ why

but raises the glass to his mouth to drink from it anyway ]

[i mean if you didn't want a healthy glass of whiskey you can stop drinking it i guess]

[ i wanted to hold hands but a drink is

real good too

just fuckin chugs it ]

[yeah i figured

takes the glass away when he's done and then, takes his hand]

That should help.

[his voice is soft for some reason]

How did you know I wanted a drink?

[ jokingly, gripping Chuuya's hand rather tightly ]

Wild guess.

[okay he is going to. carefully. pick dazai up. trying to slide his arms in a place where there are not so many bruises]

[ well

the groan is shorter this time but he's real sore as evidenced by now he does not try to just deadweight on chuuya ]

I could use the whole bottle.

[ #complains ]

You always think that.

[carefully carrying into the bathroom and setting him on his feet inside of the tub]

Maybe our renovated bathroom needs a cushioned seat...?

[it's a joke, maybe?]

I would be all right with that.

[ definitely amused, and reaching an arm out to try and brace his forearm against the wall and put more of his weight on that. ]

[turning the water on, but sending it straight to the snake head and aiming for a cool water]

I should really get on that, I guess. It wouldn't take long. We set up Double Black in a day.

You're really interested in it?

You thought I was joking? It'd be nice.

[hums and starts running cool water down Dazai's back, over the bruises and cuts

sounds a bit smug]

I'd fuck you in the tub if it was a bit bigger, too.

[ jeez

bites into his own lower lip and does a slow pained stretch, he wants to be on his side not standing so very badly. ]

Remodeling, the next step.

We'll take care of it.

[gentle wash, slowly turning down the temperature to get to where even colder water is focusing on his bruises]

Does it hurt more than last time...?

[ huff ]

I'm more tired.

I was harder on you.

[okay warming up the the water to get his front, washing away the come]

And you're in worse shape.

[he pokes him slightly in the stomach]

I like it harder.

[ but he really, doesn't want to be standing. ]

I thought about that. . .

Now that you're suffering?

[something is different, hm... oh yes]

You can lean on me, if you need to.

It's fine.

[ automatic, slowly stretching again ]

. . .it wouldn't be bad, to be a little better for a little while longer than I had planned.

[well okay but. Chuuya is going to reach around Dazai and work a couple of fingers into his ass again, running warm water up there again]

...what does that mean? You mean stop breaking things?

[how does one even parse that, dazai]

[ okay, actually, leaning on Chuuya sounds like a really good idea. just a kind of soft garbled sound which isn't any words but no chairs are going to look inviting for like seven hundred years, he's certain. ]

. . . Mm.

[that's better makes an agreeable noise at the leaning wraps his arms more snug around Dazai andddd takes, his time with this. his touch is gentle but he's also just very decidedly cleaning Dazai out, running his fingers and warm water over his bruised insides]

You should take better care of this body, since I'm pretty fond of it.

[ it's nice. incredibly uncomfortable but much like any of their rituals -- removing bandages, adding bandages, chuuya undressing him, the post-sex nice times. . . it's. . . nice. ]

For some reason.