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[theartofdying]

[Moonlacing is without a doubt the best part of being here. What's the harm in just staying for a little while, avoiding the inevitable slide back into arguing, into fighting over things that actually matter when instead they can fight over nonsense, argue over nothing at all?

It's easier. He just wants easier for a little while. Before all of this is over for good.]

M'not. Strong enough to carry you, anyway.

[He could! If he wanted to. If he wasn't pretty much attached to the ground right now.]

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And I could carry you and you're heavier.

[This is definitely a nonsense argument, and one they've had before. It's safe. It's easier. He's drunk enough now that he's starting to forget about why he was leaving.

That won't last, though.]

Let me-- At least let me shift a little.

[Going to squirm his way into a better position, since he's apparently stuck.]

[theartofdying]

Not right now you couldn't.

[Dazai grumbles, but it's true that this isn't the most comfortable position, so he supposes he can let Chuuya shift. He'll shift, too, though he maybe overemphasizes how much heavier he is as he pulls Chuuya properly into his arms.

He's too drunk for this. That's his excuse. He's too drunk, and Chuuya's too drunk, and the rest of that conversation--they should have it sober. If they have to have it at all.]

Better?

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[Chuuya ends up slightly sideways, head on Dazai's shoulder, leaning into him. He definitely shouldn't allow this, but the warmth of moonlacing is too addictive. That's his excuse.

He exhales softly.]

Better.

[And anyway, Dazai made a statement with this. It's probably not even intentional, that's the sad part, but it's what Chuuya has wanted from him for years now. Dazai is telling him to stay.]

[theartofdying]

[It is better. His arms around Chuuya's waist, Dazai leans in, wrapping himself fully around the smaller man and resting his cheek against Chuuya's head. It's comfortable. More than it should be. Familiar in ways he doesn't want to think about.

Luckily, thanks to the warmth of alcohol and moonlacing, he doesn't have to. He can just bury his face in that scent and relax into it, a soft murmur of agreement escaping him as his eyes close.

Just for a minute. Really.]