[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.]
[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.
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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.]
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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.]