[Chuuya could easily break Dazai's grip. He's stronger, and even if he wasn't, he knows how to take advantage of pressure points, knows how to grab and twist Dazai's hand to make holding on an impossibility for him. But that would definitely spill the coffee, and right now, spilling the coffee has come to equal Losing.]
At this rate, you won't get to drink it before it goes cold either.
[So it's a stalemate. Unless he pushed Dazai off and managed to grab the cup and use his Ability on it to prevent it from spilling, all before Dazai touched him again.
[Chuuya jerks forward slightly as Dazai's grip tightens. It's getting a bit uncomfortable around his neck - not nearly enough to choke, but enough to bring the awareness that it could. He grabs Dazai's wrist to pull him off a bit.]
Combine my coffee and yours and you'll get iced coffee.
[Annnd he has to make a move here. He twists under Dazai's arm, using his core to hold himself up from the floor, so he doesn't end up on his back. He's still holding Dazai's wrist, but from that position, he can reach for the coffee with his other hand.]
[Okay, this is definitely getting awkward. He can tell Dazai is having fun with it, too, which isn't helping. But at least now Dazai's hand isn't anywhere near the coffee, which means there's less risk of spilling it, which means Chuuya is now free to move.
He rolls sharply onto his side, away from Dazai, but pulling Dazai along, hopefully lifting him slightly. That briefly puts Chuuya in a more vulnerable position, but also gets them away from the cup. Then he just as quickly twists back again, hooking his leg over Dazai's, trying to push him face first into the floor.]
A naive observer may be led to believe that the modest paper cup on the floor contained a sample of the finest beverage the universe offered. The struggle of the two men on the floor seemed desperate, a battle to earn a taste of wakefulness, only for the seriousness of the situation to fall apart with a glimpse of the impish grins curved on both participants' faces.
Dazai, curious to see where this led, didn't let go of Chuuya's wrist like he should've, and ended up with his torso lifted, his balance precarious, his eyes too close to the floor.]
This desperate, Chuuya? [His laugh was a soft puff of air.] A bold request, when you made me drop my nice croissant earlier. All that nice, crunchy outer shell in crumbs, and the fruit filling's oozing on the floor. Such a tragic waste. I suppose I'll have to bury it in the backyard and recite its eulogy, if I get that far on an empty stomach.
[Or he can just slice away the bits that touched the floor and heat it on a pan. Maybe. He wasn't picky.]
[He very clearly bought them to share, but Dazai didn't actually ask. Neither of them ever did, because that wasn't how things worked between them.
His grin is broadening now, because he has a clear path to the coffee, finally. He pushed himself up and quickly slid on top of Dazai to sit on his back, pinning him down (a bit sad he couldn't use his Ability to increase his weight, really prove who was the victor here). And then, finally, he reached to pick up the coffee.
-- donnnn. [He wheezed. It may have been exaggerated. The added squirming may also have been for effect.] So heavy!
[Added weight from muscle mass, movements minimizing collateral damage even to the opponent. It was easier to spot differences, now that Chuuya didn't default to their old dynamic in the heat of the moment.
(Fascinating. How four years slipped by.)]
Is this Chuuya's way of sending me off to the afterlife?
[He deliberately pushed down a bit harder, since Dazai can still apparently move quite a lot.]
And killing you by this method would be too good for you.
[He's very very pleased with himself, by the way. The smugness can probably be sensed five miles away. There is nothing so satisfying as winning against Dazai, and the coffee tastes a lot better because of it. Finally, his mood is improving, and he's starting to feel warm.
He drinks half, as intended, and sets it back up on the counter.]
Worse than an oil drum, this is. [Dazai tried shifting to test Chuuya's weight.] At least bury me with pastries.
[As soon as he heard the cup's soft clack on the counter, Dazai slammed his hands on the floor, intending to lift his torso and slide his knee under himself.]
[Shit. Chuuya nearly tumbles backwards, just barely managing to catch himself on the counter above. He shouldn't be letting his guard down. He should never let his guard down against Dazai.
He could drop his entire weight back down, but that might actually hurt his ex-partner. Instead he grabs the counter with his other hand as well, holding himself up in a very precarious position, using only his arms.]
Dazai wiggled out and rolled to sit on the floor, facing Chuuya. The other's position - what was essentially a pull up even if his feet were on the floor - was interesting.
[Dazai kept himself still as Chuuya's foot struck above his head, his gaze steady, the resulting breeze from the movement brushing his cheeks and fluttering his hair.]
Why bother? A sack of potatoes would complain less than you.
You're lucky our deal means I have to keep you safe.
[Except it's actually true sometimes. He's seen Dazai do it. He's always been impressed by it, used to love watching Dazai use his other skills. Manipulating the situation, using other types of weaknesses to his advantage.
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At this rate, you won't get to drink it before it goes cold either.
[So it's a stalemate. Unless he pushed Dazai off and managed to grab the cup and use his Ability on it to prevent it from spilling, all before Dazai touched him again.
He'll save that plan for an emergency.]
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Dazai stared at Chuuya before he broke down snickering, his grip on the hoodie tightening.]
Chilled coffee, no ice. That tastes fine, too!
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Combine my coffee and yours and you'll get iced coffee.
[Annnd he has to make a move here. He twists under Dazai's arm, using his core to hold himself up from the floor, so he doesn't end up on his back. He's still holding Dazai's wrist, but from that position, he can reach for the coffee with his other hand.]
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With how you just tossed it in the sink? No thanks.
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He rolls sharply onto his side, away from Dazai, but pulling Dazai along, hopefully lifting him slightly. That briefly puts Chuuya in a more vulnerable position, but also gets them away from the cup. Then he just as quickly twists back again, hooking his leg over Dazai's, trying to push him face first into the floor.]
Then give up the coffee.
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A naive observer may be led to believe that the modest paper cup on the floor contained a sample of the finest beverage the universe offered. The struggle of the two men on the floor seemed desperate, a battle to earn a taste of wakefulness, only for the seriousness of the situation to fall apart with a glimpse of the impish grins curved on both participants' faces.
Dazai, curious to see where this led, didn't let go of Chuuya's wrist like he should've, and ended up with his torso lifted, his balance precarious, his eyes too close to the floor.]
This desperate, Chuuya? [His laugh was a soft puff of air.] A bold request, when you made me drop my nice croissant earlier. All that nice, crunchy outer shell in crumbs, and the fruit filling's oozing on the floor. Such a tragic waste. I suppose I'll have to bury it in the backyard and recite its eulogy, if I get that far on an empty stomach.
[Or he can just slice away the bits that touched the floor and heat it on a pan. Maybe. He wasn't picky.]
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[He very clearly bought them to share, but Dazai didn't actually ask. Neither of them ever did, because that wasn't how things worked between them.
His grin is broadening now, because he has a clear path to the coffee, finally. He pushed himself up and quickly slid on top of Dazai to sit on his back, pinning him down (a bit sad he couldn't use his Ability to increase his weight, really prove who was the victor here). And then, finally, he reached to pick up the coffee.
He was going to drink at least half.]
You added too much creamer, as usual.
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[Dazai grunted as the added weight on his back.]
-- donnnn. [He wheezed. It may have been exaggerated. The added squirming may also have been for effect.] So heavy!
[Added weight from muscle mass, movements minimizing collateral damage even to the opponent. It was easier to spot differences, now that Chuuya didn't default to their old dynamic in the heat of the moment.
(Fascinating. How four years slipped by.)]
Is this Chuuya's way of sending me off to the afterlife?
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[He deliberately pushed down a bit harder, since Dazai can still apparently move quite a lot.]
And killing you by this method would be too good for you.
[He's very very pleased with himself, by the way. The smugness can probably be sensed five miles away. There is nothing so satisfying as winning against Dazai, and the coffee tastes a lot better because of it. Finally, his mood is improving, and he's starting to feel warm.
He drinks half, as intended, and sets it back up on the counter.]
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[As soon as he heard the cup's soft clack on the counter, Dazai slammed his hands on the floor, intending to lift his torso and slide his knee under himself.]
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[Shit. Chuuya nearly tumbles backwards, just barely managing to catch himself on the counter above. He shouldn't be letting his guard down. He should never let his guard down against Dazai.
He could drop his entire weight back down, but that might actually hurt his ex-partner. Instead he grabs the counter with his other hand as well, holding himself up in a very precarious position, using only his arms.]
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Dazai wiggled out and rolled to sit on the floor, facing Chuuya. The other's position - what was essentially a pull up even if his feet were on the floor - was interesting.
Well, well.]
You look like a frozen cat being lifted.
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Just making a point.]
You probably couldn't even lift me.
[Weakling.]
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Why bother? A sack of potatoes would complain less than you.
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You couldn't lift that either.
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[He'll stand up now. Actually, he really deserves a nice long bath after all this.]
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You're lucky our deal means I have to keep you safe.
[Except it's actually true sometimes. He's seen Dazai do it. He's always been impressed by it, used to love watching Dazai use his other skills. Manipulating the situation, using other types of weaknesses to his advantage.
As long as he doesn't turn that on Chuuya.]
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Should it come down to that.
[And Dazai would dig for information. He bit into the crust.
The both of them conveniently never discussed how similar this arrangement was to their old partnership.]
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[That's always been his experience, and another reason why he's always ready for a fight. But for now, they're safe, so:]
Try not to get killed while I take a bath.
[Or kill yourself. Or get hurt in any way. Don't make him rush out of the bath naked to save you, Dazai.]
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Not while eating. But ah, maybe the last bite'll be nice to me by the time you get back.