It's irrational, and even he knows it, but he avoids the place like the plague. It's Dazai's. Dazai's, and that gang of his, from before he turned traitor. He'd hated it back then, too.
He'd always known he wasn't invited.
But now he's here, on orders, so what choice does he have? The information is time sensitive, and has to be delivered verbally, so Chuuya straightens his back, adjusts his hat, and strides into the bar. He stops next to where Dazai is drinking alone, pulling a bar stool closer so he can sit.
Is it even worth ordering a drink?]
Before you say anything - I wouldn't be here if I had a choice.
[He rubs at the back of his neck. Even with Dazai sitting alone, this feels like intruding.]
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It's irrational, and even he knows it, but he avoids the place like the plague. It's Dazai's. Dazai's, and that gang of his, from before he turned traitor. He'd hated it back then, too.
He'd always known he wasn't invited.
But now he's here, on orders, so what choice does he have? The information is time sensitive, and has to be delivered verbally, so Chuuya straightens his back, adjusts his hat, and strides into the bar. He stops next to where Dazai is drinking alone, pulling a bar stool closer so he can sit.
Is it even worth ordering a drink?]
Before you say anything - I wouldn't be here if I had a choice.
[He rubs at the back of his neck. Even with Dazai sitting alone, this feels like intruding.]