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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[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.