[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.
[He knows exactly where this is going, but dammit, he only has two hands, one for his smoothie and one for his coffee. There's more of the latter in the pot - he always brews enough for both of them - but Dazai can get off his lazy ass and get it for himself.
Except the mug he'd already poured himself is already going cold. So okay, he'll pour a new one, and Dazai can have the lukewarm one if he really wants. He doesn't usually care. And with the help of his Ability, he won't spill anything even if he carries two mugs in one hand.
So you're in luck, Dazai. Sort of. Because instead of handing him anything, he sits on the floor by the door, and sets both mugs down next to himself, before starting on his smoothie.]
[Oh, of course Chuuya'd save the fresh cup for himself and give Dazai leftovers.
Still, this saved him a trip downstairs and back. The chocolates weren't left unguarded. They were his, all his, never mind a mental note was necessary for him to slow down his pace of consumption. Diabetes wasn't an immediate problem, but nausea was a possibility.
Grumbling, he closed the tin, tucked it under the pillow, and rolled off the bed to retrieve the coffee.]
[Why the hell would he give Dazai the fresh cup. Dazai wasn't even sharing his chocolate, and kept on stealing all the food Chuuya bought or cooked.
He could make a dash for the chocolate now, but it might be better to feign disinterest. Plus, he doesn't want another wrestling match, and definitely not one in Dazai's bed. So he stays, with one hand protectively over the fresh cup to make sure Dazai gets the right one.]
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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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You know where this is going.]
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Except the mug he'd already poured himself is already going cold. So okay, he'll pour a new one, and Dazai can have the lukewarm one if he really wants. He doesn't usually care. And with the help of his Ability, he won't spill anything even if he carries two mugs in one hand.
So you're in luck, Dazai. Sort of. Because instead of handing him anything, he sits on the floor by the door, and sets both mugs down next to himself, before starting on his smoothie.]
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Still, this saved him a trip downstairs and back. The chocolates weren't left unguarded. They were his, all his, never mind a mental note was necessary for him to slow down his pace of consumption. Diabetes wasn't an immediate problem, but nausea was a possibility.
Grumbling, he closed the tin, tucked it under the pillow, and rolled off the bed to retrieve the coffee.]
Not enough cream, hat rack.
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He could make a dash for the chocolate now, but it might be better to feign disinterest. Plus, he doesn't want another wrestling match, and definitely not one in Dazai's bed. So he stays, with one hand protectively over the fresh cup to make sure Dazai gets the right one.]
Get more yourself then, used bandage dispenser.
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But it's so far!
[Heaving a sigh, Dazai sipped his coffee as he strode back to the bed and sat on the edge facing Chuuya, legs crossed.]
Still, this is uncontaminated by your ridiculous smoothie. I suppose this will do.
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[It's sweet! And it has a banana in it. It's not his favorite, since he hasn't been able to recreate that here, but it's good.]
So what did you want to know?
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