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[Chuuya is just downstairs, making himself a post-exercise protein smoothie. It doesn't even have chocolate in it.]

So get out of bed and do something. Go for a run.

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[neverwashere]

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Don't wanna. [A dismissive gesture, his fingers holding up another piece.] It's cold and crowded.

[He hasn't gone out to wander for the day.]

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Then be bored.

[Why is this his problem???]

[neverwashere]

But it's a boring kind of boredom. Lacking taste, like your smoothie.

[Because Chuuya didn't run when he had the chance.]

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This smoothie isn't that bad. It has honey. [Remember the honey he stole?] Besides, I'm not making it because I want a good meal!

[He has to have something because he worked out!! But he doesn't feel like spending time cooking anything now.]

[neverwashere]

True. [He talks while chewing on chocolate.] Hard to know what a good meal is when your taste buds suck.

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I'm not making you drink it. And at least it's healthy.

[He's just going to sit at the kitchen table with his smoothie and some coffee, and consider ignoring Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

Far from the honey latte you wanted.

Might be if you dump those two together.

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[What.]

Don't be disgusting.

[neverwashere]

[Yes. Do it.]

Be adventurous, Chuuya! Be the proponent of exotic cuisine that you can be. It's not like your tongue works properly.

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I'm ignoring you.

[Can you shut off a telepathic link? He's trying to shut off this telepathic link.]

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[neverwashere]

[Can he?

Dazai bombards him with a rapid stream of mental images: burnt honey, raw eggs, boiled eggs, cut boiled eggs, yolk-yellow bananas, banana mush, baby food, blueberry preserves, blue push pins, cork boards, dart boards, darts -]

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[neverwashere]

[- the stream is cut, the image flickers, and they're back to a first person view of Dazai's hand toying with chocolate.]

Slither on then, poop head with slimy slug entrails.

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[At this point, Chuuya is kicking down his door.]

Cut that out, you dredged up mackerel asshole!

[neverwashere]

[Now he can finally cut that link.]

Chuuya! [He waves and pops another chocolate in his mouth.] How terrible of you to drop by!

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Shut up!

[If his coffee goes cold because of this distraction, he won't forgive him.]

If you're bored, find a way to entertain yourself that doesn't include me!

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[neverwashere]

Not denying you're a poop-headed slug?

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[neverwashere]

[He points at the door.] I don't think the door likes you, by the way.

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[Chuuya turns, looks at the door, then hooks one foot beneath it. He kicks up smoothly, lifting the door off its hinges, before catching it with his hands before it falls.]

I could crush you with this.

[neverwashere]

[As fluid as a tidal wave, the natural strength of a tsunami.]

How scary~! [He opened his arms, amused.] If that's the lid, the bed's too wide to be a coffin.

[Not to mention, the door might damage the books scattered on the foot of the bed.]

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[It's really tempting. Especially since Dazai clearly isn't expecting him to actually go through with it. But he can always save it as an option for later, so Chuuya simply tosses the door against the wall, where it lands with a very soft thud. It doesn't actually weigh anything at the moment.

Then he walks over to kick the side of Dazai's bed.]

The bed is too comfortable a place for you to die. You deserve worse.

[neverwashere]

[The bed shook slightly. Dazai calmly ate another chocolate.]

All the ways there are to die and you'll never be satisfied.

Play Wednesday Campanella songs at my funeral.

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[Can he snatch that box of chocolates away? He's gonna try.]

You're not supposed to be comfortable with the idea of dying, idiot.

[neverwashere]

[He held the box away, smirking. Silly Chuuya. Those were Dazai's.]

Taking back all your threats? Fickle of you, shorty.