[Breaking and entering, Dazai edition: the invaded room is in the same building he was in, and old fashioned door and wardrobe locks are no match for his picking skills.
One item swap later, Dazai was out again. Item lost: one (1) jug of whiskey (less than a litre). Item gained: one (1) Chuuya doll (featuring creepy moving eyes).
Actual Chuuya would not miss the doll (indeed, it was the only thing different in his collection of clothes, workout equipment, and booze), but it was the perceived theft that counted.
Too bad the doll's watchfulness was displeasing enough that Dazai would have to blindfold it. For something that looked like his ex-partner, it was almost adorable.]
[It had taken Chuuya a while to realize his birthday was coming up, since it had still been a while off back in Yokohama, and they called the months different things here. But it was spring, and he'd wondered, and it had only taken him a second to figure out that yes, technically, in this world it was now April 29th.
A day to celebrate.
He'd never placed that much importance in it himself. A lack of memories of it will do that to you. But since he'd finally figured it out, some time after joining the mafia, Kouyou had always insited on doing something for it. She'd give him a gift, they'd have dinner, and they'd go out drinking with some of the other mafia members. None of them were here, and it was just another reminder that he was stuck somewhere he didn't want to be.
Chuuya had spent the day working out, pushing himself way past the point of exhaustion. He'd stumbled back to their shared house on shaky legs, basically collapsed into the shower, and only resurfaced from under the scalding hot spray nearly an hour later. Now, he wanted to get drunk.
Except that whisky bottle definitely wasn't his.]
HEY, ASSHOLE! [Has Dazai been drinking in his room? No, even drunk he wouldn't leave evidence unless he wanted it found. Wait-] Wait a second, did you--
[No, no, no. Don't call him out on it if he left it for him. That's Dazai 101.]
[There was a lump of blue blanket on the new couch downstairs.
The couch was wonderful - dark gray, comfortable, long enough to fit tall people lazing on it. Came with nice green and blue throw pillows and a blanket, all thanks to Chuuya's need to include color.
But back to the blanket lump. A whining noise came from somewhere in its folds. Clearly, anyone should be able to distinguish what that meant.]
Chuuya didn't actually care about that, it was just the first thing that had come to mind. He headed for the kitchen to fetch two glasses, then went to sit in the armchair opposite the couch. He pulled his legs up to curl up in the seat, stretched to set one glass on the table, poured two fingers into it, and then poured twice as much into his own glass.
A drink, that's what he needed.
Although why would Dazai have left him a bottle? He watched the couch lump as he drank, feeling confused.]
[Dazai definitely hadn’t left it there accidentally. And he knew when Chuuya’s birthday was, he was too careful about these things. But the idea that Dazai had given him a birthday gift was, well, insane. He frowned at the bottle.]
At home I’d have an entire wine cellar to choose from. Here I’ll have to make do with whatever shitty drink I find.
[Though it’s actually not bad. He just won’t say that. ]
Tsk. I did have a hand harvesting it, you know. [Yeah right Mr. Beauty Queen.] Come to think of it, we could have that for dinner. Moving right now's a bit of a bother.
[Should've waited before opening the bottle if you wanted solid food.]
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[forward dated to April 29]
One item swap later, Dazai was out again. Item lost: one (1) jug of whiskey (less than a litre). Item gained: one (1) Chuuya doll (featuring creepy moving eyes).
Actual Chuuya would not miss the doll (indeed, it was the only thing different in his collection of clothes, workout equipment, and booze), but it was the perceived theft that counted.
Too bad the doll's watchfulness was displeasing enough that Dazai would have to blindfold it. For something that looked like his ex-partner, it was almost adorable.]
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A day to celebrate.
He'd never placed that much importance in it himself. A lack of memories of it will do that to you. But since he'd finally figured it out, some time after joining the mafia, Kouyou had always insited on doing something for it. She'd give him a gift, they'd have dinner, and they'd go out drinking with some of the other mafia members. None of them were here, and it was just another reminder that he was stuck somewhere he didn't want to be.
Chuuya had spent the day working out, pushing himself way past the point of exhaustion. He'd stumbled back to their shared house on shaky legs, basically collapsed into the shower, and only resurfaced from under the scalding hot spray nearly an hour later. Now, he wanted to get drunk.
Except that whisky bottle definitely wasn't his.]
HEY, ASSHOLE! [Has Dazai been drinking in his room? No, even drunk he wouldn't leave evidence unless he wanted it found. Wait-] Wait a second, did you--
[No, no, no. Don't call him out on it if he left it for him. That's Dazai 101.]
Did you order dinner?
[Nice save.]
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The couch was wonderful - dark gray, comfortable, long enough to fit tall people lazing on it. Came with nice green and blue throw pillows and a blanket, all thanks to Chuuya's need to include color.
But back to the blanket lump. A whining noise came from somewhere in its folds. Clearly, anyone should be able to distinguish what that meant.]
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Chuuya didn't actually care about that, it was just the first thing that had come to mind. He headed for the kitchen to fetch two glasses, then went to sit in the armchair opposite the couch. He pulled his legs up to curl up in the seat, stretched to set one glass on the table, poured two fingers into it, and then poured twice as much into his own glass.
A drink, that's what he needed.
Although why would Dazai have left him a bottle? He watched the couch lump as he drank, feeling confused.]
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The smell of whiskey was enticing, and Dazai blearily poked his head out of the blanket.]
Not wine today? My, my, being away from your wine racks finally spurred you to broaden your tastes.
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At home I’d have an entire wine cellar to choose from. Here I’ll have to make do with whatever shitty drink I find.
[Though it’s actually not bad. He just won’t say that. ]
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Still an improvement.
[He sat up and reached for his glass.]
Not that it matters when you'll knock yourself out after a few glasses. Are you really sure your tolerance improved?
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It improved. [Just not by much. ] Besides, it who cares if I pass out here.
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Who does, indeed.
I might get bored and hungry later. Honey isn't something I've tried yet after drinking.
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Don’t touch my honey. [He doesn’t really care if Dazai does. ] It’s your turn to get us dinner.
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Tsk. I did have a hand harvesting it, you know. [Yeah right Mr. Beauty Queen.] Come to think of it, we could have that for dinner. Moving right now's a bit of a bother.
[Should've waited before opening the bottle if you wanted solid food.]
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Tch. Knew you’d be too lazy.
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As I should be. It's a defining characteristic, you know.
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[He tops up his glass, but doesn't offer more to Dazai.]
Can't you get someone to deliver?
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[So clearly, this is all Dazai's fault. He drinks some more, but keeps watching his ex-partner over the rim of his glass.]