While Chuuya could hold a grudge, Dazai didn't see signs of it at the moment. No, his ex-partner looked as he always did when he was puzzling over something. Openly confused. A little frustrated. Busying himself because thinking left him restless.
He leaned on the wall and slipped his hands in his pockets as he watched Chuuya fall into easy familiarity with his kitchen. Why this sort of openness now? A week after and people were still winding down from the Rats' attack. Moreover, Kunikida was detained once the deaths of those five children were pinned on him. The mafia should still be in the middle of tightening security, and Chuuya's first visit to after being freed should've been to Mori and Anee-san. After all, the last thing he knew was that Mori had been poisoned, and the deadline wasn't over.]
Saa. You're here to check up on me and ask more of these annoying questions.
[The obvious guesses, with how loud Chuuya yelled to get through his door with the actual courtesy of knocking instead of just barging in.]
Ranpo-san made it out earlier than you, so I have to ask: did you take years living through the novel's plot? Or did you actually die in there, and this is the ghost of your regrets possessing your body?
[Unlikely. Also, that second possibility was creepy, amongst other things, but no, no.
No matter what hang-ups Chuuya had in the past, he was always one to move forward. In the horrifying event that the afterlife existed. the hat rack would head to the nearest drinking spot, if there was a spiritual equivalent of it, and get smashed.
Talk about living life to the fullest, for how tenuous the beginning of his existence was.]
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While Chuuya could hold a grudge, Dazai didn't see signs of it at the moment. No, his ex-partner looked as he always did when he was puzzling over something. Openly confused. A little frustrated. Busying himself because thinking left him restless.
He leaned on the wall and slipped his hands in his pockets as he watched Chuuya fall into easy familiarity with his kitchen. Why this sort of openness now? A week after and people were still winding down from the Rats' attack. Moreover, Kunikida was detained once the deaths of those five children were pinned on him. The mafia should still be in the middle of tightening security, and Chuuya's first visit to after being freed should've been to Mori and Anee-san. After all, the last thing he knew was that Mori had been poisoned, and the deadline wasn't over.]
Saa. You're here to check up on me and ask more of these annoying questions.
[The obvious guesses, with how loud Chuuya yelled to get through his door with the actual courtesy of knocking instead of just barging in.]
Ranpo-san made it out earlier than you, so I have to ask: did you take years living through the novel's plot? Or did you actually die in there, and this is the ghost of your regrets possessing your body?
[Unlikely. Also, that second possibility was creepy, amongst other things, but no, no.
No matter what hang-ups Chuuya had in the past, he was always one to move forward. In the horrifying event that the afterlife existed. the hat rack would head to the nearest drinking spot, if there was a spiritual equivalent of it, and get smashed.
Talk about living life to the fullest, for how tenuous the beginning of his existence was.]