[It had taken Chuuya a while to realize his birthday was coming up, since it had still been a while off back in Yokohama, and they called the months different things here. But it was spring, and he'd wondered, and it had only taken him a second to figure out that yes, technically, in this world it was now April 29th.
A day to celebrate.
He'd never placed that much importance in it himself. A lack of memories of it will do that to you. But since he'd finally figured it out, some time after joining the mafia, Kouyou had always insited on doing something for it. She'd give him a gift, they'd have dinner, and they'd go out drinking with some of the other mafia members. None of them were here, and it was just another reminder that he was stuck somewhere he didn't want to be.
Chuuya had spent the day working out, pushing himself way past the point of exhaustion. He'd stumbled back to their shared house on shaky legs, basically collapsed into the shower, and only resurfaced from under the scalding hot spray nearly an hour later. Now, he wanted to get drunk.
Except that whisky bottle definitely wasn't his.]
HEY, ASSHOLE! [Has Dazai been drinking in his room? No, even drunk he wouldn't leave evidence unless he wanted it found. Wait-] Wait a second, did you--
[No, no, no. Don't call him out on it if he left it for him. That's Dazai 101.]
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A day to celebrate.
He'd never placed that much importance in it himself. A lack of memories of it will do that to you. But since he'd finally figured it out, some time after joining the mafia, Kouyou had always insited on doing something for it. She'd give him a gift, they'd have dinner, and they'd go out drinking with some of the other mafia members. None of them were here, and it was just another reminder that he was stuck somewhere he didn't want to be.
Chuuya had spent the day working out, pushing himself way past the point of exhaustion. He'd stumbled back to their shared house on shaky legs, basically collapsed into the shower, and only resurfaced from under the scalding hot spray nearly an hour later. Now, he wanted to get drunk.
Except that whisky bottle definitely wasn't his.]
HEY, ASSHOLE! [Has Dazai been drinking in his room? No, even drunk he wouldn't leave evidence unless he wanted it found. Wait-] Wait a second, did you--
[No, no, no. Don't call him out on it if he left it for him. That's Dazai 101.]
Did you order dinner?
[Nice save.]