[He doesn't text Chuuya often. Or at all, really; they mostly just sort of...orbit each other, happening to cross paths. But things are different today.
Today, Chuuya gets a text. No actual message, just a place name and an address, down in Level 3. A seedy dive bar.
There's no name attached, either, but then there doesn't need to be, does there?]
[He's paid closer attention to the network since the last time. Looked for names, started checking for patterns. It's the reason why he notices so quickly; otherwise he's made a point of keeping his distance. From Akutagawa, and from Chuuya.
And yet... he'd seen Chuuya just a week ago. He'd watched, drugged and half feral, as Chuuya fought he way through an entire mob of cultists, watched Chuuya find him through the crowd, vanishing as soon as Atsushi called out Dazai's name. And he knows that there are no more Port Mafia members here, and that one of the Guild is, and that means that whatever he's feeling, whatever raw wounds their last conversation might have left, that doesn't matter.
He texts Chuuya. No words, yet again, just a picture this time. Two glasses on a dimly lit bar top: one whiskey, one red wine.]
text, late night July 3
Today, Chuuya gets a text. No actual message, just a place name and an address, down in Level 3. A seedy dive bar.
There's no name attached, either, but then there doesn't need to be, does there?]
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August 2, night
And yet... he'd seen Chuuya just a week ago. He'd watched, drugged and half feral, as Chuuya fought he way through an entire mob of cultists, watched Chuuya find him through the crowd, vanishing as soon as Atsushi called out Dazai's name. And he knows that there are no more Port Mafia members here, and that one of the Guild is, and that means that whatever he's feeling, whatever raw wounds their last conversation might have left, that doesn't matter.
He texts Chuuya. No words, yet again, just a picture this time. Two glasses on a dimly lit bar top: one whiskey, one red wine.]
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cw all of Dazai's stuff here on out
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11/1
Nakahara,
This is one of the two poetry collections the Chuuya I know put out in my world. I hope you enjoy it.
Yours,
Nakajima Atsushi
['For the Tainted Sorrow' is one of the many poems within.]
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