[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.]
[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.
Just because you're grumpy all the time doesn't mean everyone else has to be. [Focusing on the 'cheerful and energetic' part. Yep.]
Alright then. [Dazai placed the box of chocolate on his stomach, an arm curved protectively around it.] And here I thought you'd want to talk about whatever you've run into while preparing for your smoothie addiction.
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[He has to have something because he worked out!! But he doesn't feel like spending time cooking anything now.]
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[He's just going to sit at the kitchen table with his smoothie and some coffee, and consider ignoring Dazai.]
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Might be if you dump those two together.
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Don't be disgusting.
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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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[Can you shut off a telepathic link? He's trying to shut off this telepathic link.]
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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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Slither on then, poop head with slimy slug entrails.
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Cut that out, you dredged up mackerel asshole!
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Chuuya! [He waves and pops another chocolate in his mouth.] How terrible of you to drop by!
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[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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I could crush you with this.
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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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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.
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All the ways there are to die and you'll never be satisfied.
Play Wednesday Campanella songs at my funeral.
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You're not supposed to be comfortable with the idea of dying, idiot.
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Taking back all your threats? Fickle of you, shorty.
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[He doesn’t reach for the chocolates again. He knows where that ends up.]
Why did you buy that much chocolate? Trying to give yourself diabetes?
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It's a day for chocolate.
[Nah, no need to say he didn't buy these. Good luck when the sugar rush kicks in, Chuuya.]
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In that case, I’m heading out before you get even more annoying.
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Alright then. [Dazai placed the box of chocolate on his stomach, an arm curved protectively around it.] And here I thought you'd want to talk about whatever you've run into while preparing for your smoothie addiction.
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[Chuuya considers that for a moment, then sighs.]
Fine. Just let me get my coffee and smoothie.
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