You don't know that! My taste in men may have changed since last we talked~
[Even if his expression didn't quite keep up, he managed to keep his voice pretty much as playful as normal, which was as good as things were likely to get right now. It was satisfying, really. Maybe it wasn't a whole lot, but in this context? Dazai would take it.
Especially because Chuuya was 100% right, which was unforgivable.]
No, if I'm going to throw up, I want to do so in your bed. I don't think I've ever puked on sheets this fancy before!
[Very, very unlikely. But some things were better off forgotten.
Well, it couldn't all be banter, alas... With a sigh, Dazai pushed himself up enough to sit, just so he could take his shirt off. He could leave it to Chuuya just for the sake of it, but that might end up violent and/or involving knives, and shockingly Dazai was just not in the mood.
He was already regretting that decision not to get a bucket, but so be it. While it might be fun to ruin Chuuya's sheets with something more than blood, he didn't feel like getting the taste of vomit in his mouth. Slowly, he unbuttoned his vest and shirt, pushing them off bony shoulders. The bandages on his arms and chest were soaked in several places, and the sight of it made him chuckle.]
They don't make bandages the way they used to, do they?
[Yes, well. Surprisingly, bandages weren't very useful as a preemptive measure.]
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[Even if his expression didn't quite keep up, he managed to keep his voice pretty much as playful as normal, which was as good as things were likely to get right now. It was satisfying, really. Maybe it wasn't a whole lot, but in this context? Dazai would take it.
Especially because Chuuya was 100% right, which was unforgivable.]
No, if I'm going to throw up, I want to do so in your bed. I don't think I've ever puked on sheets this fancy before!
[Very, very unlikely. But some things were better off forgotten.
Well, it couldn't all be banter, alas... With a sigh, Dazai pushed himself up enough to sit, just so he could take his shirt off. He could leave it to Chuuya just for the sake of it, but that might end up violent and/or involving knives, and shockingly Dazai was just not in the mood.
He was already regretting that decision not to get a bucket, but so be it. While it might be fun to ruin Chuuya's sheets with something more than blood, he didn't feel like getting the taste of vomit in his mouth. Slowly, he unbuttoned his vest and shirt, pushing them off bony shoulders. The bandages on his arms and chest were soaked in several places, and the sight of it made him chuckle.]
They don't make bandages the way they used to, do they?
[Yes, well. Surprisingly, bandages weren't very useful as a preemptive measure.]