[He'd been a bit too caught up in this argument, which means it takes him several moments longer than it should to notice that another person has apparently invited themselves in. Dazai is pissing him off more by the second, and he's thinking he should just shut him up instead of letting him argue, spin him faster until he's satisfied and then throw Dazai out of his apartment once they're done.
But none of that matters when he realizes there's an intruder. Where Dostoevsky's reaction was subtle, Chuuya's is anything but: He immediately moves to place himself directly between Dazai and the door, switching to a defensive stance, eyes hard as he prepares to fight. None of that changes once he sees who it is.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[Behind him, Dazai's spinning is coming to a stop, and the only thing preventing Chuuya from launching himself at Dostoevsky is the fact that he's still holding the rope that carries Dazai's weight. He doesn't actually want to drop his piece of shit of an ex-partner on his head, no matter how tempting it sometimes is.]
Actually, I don't really care. You're not invited.
hello it is 6am and i am not asleep why
[He'd been a bit too caught up in this argument, which means it takes him several moments longer than it should to notice that another person has apparently invited themselves in. Dazai is pissing him off more by the second, and he's thinking he should just shut him up instead of letting him argue, spin him faster until he's satisfied and then throw Dazai out of his apartment once they're done.
But none of that matters when he realizes there's an intruder. Where Dostoevsky's reaction was subtle, Chuuya's is anything but: He immediately moves to place himself directly between Dazai and the door, switching to a defensive stance, eyes hard as he prepares to fight. None of that changes once he sees who it is.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[Behind him, Dazai's spinning is coming to a stop, and the only thing preventing Chuuya from launching himself at Dostoevsky is the fact that he's still holding the rope that carries Dazai's weight. He doesn't actually want to drop his piece of shit of an ex-partner on his head, no matter how tempting it sometimes is.]
Actually, I don't really care. You're not invited.