[Shitty taste, was it? Giving Chuuya a look, Dazai simply smiled, and said nothing. The comment was both correct and very wrong, but he hardly felt like vocalizing a detailed analysis of himself, his tastes, and where the two might conflict - least of all in front of Chuuya, who for all his strengths and weaknesses both was just so simple. Dazai might almost be jealous.
Fortunately he couldn't be bothered with such feelings on a good day. In a way, he'd died a long time ago, and it was just a matter of waiting for reality to catch up. That kind of attitude didn't lend itself to a lot of the hopes and ambitions that might have once fueled jealousy.
Yet here he was! Still alive, after all. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, he didn't really know, but it was about as anti-climactic as he'd come to expect from life.]
I see your desire to see me naked hasn't abated at all. Is your sexual frustration still as concentrated as the rest of you?
[He might have deliberately waited until Chuuya was walking away to say that. Even Dazai's suicidal urges had their limits.
Getting his pants off was annoying, lifting one side of his hips after the other, but he managed to get them far enough down his thighs that cutting wouldn't be necessary. Pushing them down all the way was too painful (and nausea-inducing), so he didn't bother.
DID YOU SAY PAINKILLERS?! ヾ(０∀０*★)ﾟ*･.｡ Okay but how many would Chuuya hand over, because while Dazai wouldn't OD, he'd definitely try to take more than he was supposed to, just for the sake of it.]
I suppose they didn't do too badly. [He sounded like a teacher begrudgingly giving the class a passing grade in spite of being underwhelmed.] All the same, they lacked a certain creativity that could have made up for their lack of effectiveness.
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Fortunately he couldn't be bothered with such feelings on a good day. In a way, he'd died a long time ago, and it was just a matter of waiting for reality to catch up. That kind of attitude didn't lend itself to a lot of the hopes and ambitions that might have once fueled jealousy.
Yet here he was! Still alive, after all. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, he didn't really know, but it was about as anti-climactic as he'd come to expect from life.]
I see your desire to see me naked hasn't abated at all. Is your sexual frustration still as concentrated as the rest of you?
[He might have deliberately waited until Chuuya was walking away to say that. Even Dazai's suicidal urges had their limits.
Getting his pants off was annoying, lifting one side of his hips after the other, but he managed to get them far enough down his thighs that cutting wouldn't be necessary. Pushing them down all the way was too painful (and nausea-inducing), so he didn't bother.
DID YOU SAY PAINKILLERS?! ヾ(０∀０*★)ﾟ*･.｡ Okay but how many would Chuuya hand over, because while Dazai wouldn't OD, he'd definitely try to take more than he was supposed to, just for the sake of it.]
I suppose they didn't do too badly. [He sounded like a teacher begrudgingly giving the class a passing grade in spite of being underwhelmed.] All the same, they lacked a certain creativity that could have made up for their lack of effectiveness.