[Chuuya stared at Dazai a moment longer. The sound of the lock clicking into place was a relief, making his shoulders sag just a little as some of the tension left him. It wasn't as if a closed and locked door could ever actually keep him in, if he wanted to leave. But he didn't want to leave.
And Dazai was making a point that he had to stay.]
Fine.
[He rubbed at the back of his neck. He wasn't sure how to explain any of this, or even if he should offer any details. It was pretty insane.
He found two mugs, and then rinsed them out with hot water to make sure they were actually clean. Or semi-clean. This place was a mess. ]
Do you know of anyone else with powers similar to that book?
[There. Dazai didn't need to know any more details than that. He didn't need to know that Chuuya was remembering napping on a couch together.]
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And Dazai was making a point that he had to stay.]
Fine.
[He rubbed at the back of his neck. He wasn't sure how to explain any of this, or even if he should offer any details. It was pretty insane.
He found two mugs, and then rinsed them out with hot water to make sure they were actually clean. Or semi-clean. This place was a mess. ]
Do you know of anyone else with powers similar to that book?
[There. Dazai didn't need to know any more details than that. He didn't need to know that Chuuya was remembering napping on a couch together.]