[Dazai always knows better. Maybe that's half the reason why he doesn't give that unheard of social experiment called love a chance: because he knows the damage it would do, their already dodgy relationship finally turning into something unreparable.
Then again, is he really so nice a person that he doesn't want to hurt Chuuya's feelings? Unlikely.
When Dazai finally wakes up - and it takes longer than he would have expected - the pain has subsided somewhat with the rest. Instead, his body has become uncomfortably stiff, which is a nuisance, but might just help him not to overdo it again. Bodies have a funny way of being helpful, sometimes.
Slowly blinking back into existence, he listens to the soft sounds in the distance, Chuuya clearly exercising. As expected... Chuuya never did know when to relax. It's a surprise to see the phone and pills all ready for him, not because he doubted that Chuuya would make good on his word, but because it's more proof that Dazai was out a lot longer than he'd expected to be.
Oh, well. No point in worrying about that now. Dazai pushes himself up, turning to sit against the headboard. He's not especially trying to be quiet, as it happens; he's more focused on doing what needs to be done, much as he hates to bother. The pills - a normal amount, this time - are first; he'll give them a while to take effect before he makes that call. Even if the pain is no longer the overwhelming presence it was after he'd stupidly overdone it, it's still there, and he'd rather take the edge off before anything else.]
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Then again, is he really so nice a person that he doesn't want to hurt Chuuya's feelings? Unlikely.
When Dazai finally wakes up - and it takes longer than he would have expected - the pain has subsided somewhat with the rest. Instead, his body has become uncomfortably stiff, which is a nuisance, but might just help him not to overdo it again. Bodies have a funny way of being helpful, sometimes.
Slowly blinking back into existence, he listens to the soft sounds in the distance, Chuuya clearly exercising. As expected... Chuuya never did know when to relax. It's a surprise to see the phone and pills all ready for him, not because he doubted that Chuuya would make good on his word, but because it's more proof that Dazai was out a lot longer than he'd expected to be.
Oh, well. No point in worrying about that now. Dazai pushes himself up, turning to sit against the headboard. He's not especially trying to be quiet, as it happens; he's more focused on doing what needs to be done, much as he hates to bother. The pills - a normal amount, this time - are first; he'll give them a while to take effect before he makes that call. Even if the pain is no longer the overwhelming presence it was after he'd
stupidlyoverdone it, it's still there, and he'd rather take the edge off before anything else.]