[Right now, the fact that he couldn't use his Ability on Dazai was frustrating. In most situations he'd gotten used to working around it, or even working with it, but no matter how skinny Dazai was, he was still taller than him, and the weight was slowing him down. And Chuuya didn't want to be seen.
He had to walk, where normally he could easily run while carrying a person or three. He had to stick to the ground, when a shortcut across some rooftops would have made it easier to stay hidden. But they actually weren't too far from his apartment. Chuuya kept to the sidestreets, where fewer people were out this time of day, and just walked straight past the few people who were out. They stared, but they weren't anyone who knew him. They'd forget about the strange sight soon enough.
He'd pay them off if he had to.
It took him fifteen minutes of walking - usually it would only take him five - before he reached his building. The elevator took them straight up to his penthouse apartment, where he headed straight for his bedroom, throwing Dazai down on the bed simply because it was the most convenient place to dump him.
But carrying a grown man for fifteen minutes was enough to make even him want a break.
He'd have to patch Dazai up before he could sit down himself.]
You definitely owe me after this, you damn mackerel.
[Said mostly to himself. Thankfully, he has a well stocked first aid kit, kept close by.]
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He had to walk, where normally he could easily run while carrying a person or three. He had to stick to the ground, when a shortcut across some rooftops would have made it easier to stay hidden. But they actually weren't too far from his apartment. Chuuya kept to the sidestreets, where fewer people were out this time of day, and just walked straight past the few people who were out. They stared, but they weren't anyone who knew him. They'd forget about the strange sight soon enough.
He'd pay them off if he had to.
It took him fifteen minutes of walking - usually it would only take him five - before he reached his building. The elevator took them straight up to his penthouse apartment, where he headed straight for his bedroom, throwing Dazai down on the bed simply because it was the most convenient place to dump him.
But carrying a grown man for fifteen minutes was enough to make even him want a break.
He'd have to patch Dazai up before he could sit down himself.]
You definitely owe me after this, you damn mackerel.
[Said mostly to himself. Thankfully, he has a well stocked first aid kit, kept close by.]