[They both know there's a possibility that Chuuya could die from this, but Dazai refuses to entertain that thought any longer than the second it takes to cross his mind. Chuuya won't die. He's too annoying to die. And as much as Dazai would like to say he's adamant about this because Chuuya really is a trump card--that's not entirely why. In fact, he's really not thinking about that at all right now, and it's not like Chuuya is strong enough to fight in the first place.
It's hard for him to even stand. Watching him feels like... it's a helpless feeling that Dazai dislikes.]
If you try to do something stupid, I'm stopping you.
[His voice isn't as harsh as it normally would be, and honestly, more of the irritation is addressed at himself rather than Chuuya. But they need to get out; Dazai can hear the voices and the movement, the direction they're coming from. He spots a door to the side, looks back to Chuuya stepping towards him, and reaches out.
You can hold onto me. It's a wordless agreement, an offer that Chuuya can take if he chooses. If he's not stubborn about it.]
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It's hard for him to even stand. Watching him feels like... it's a helpless feeling that Dazai dislikes.]
If you try to do something stupid, I'm stopping you.
[His voice isn't as harsh as it normally would be, and honestly, more of the irritation is addressed at himself rather than Chuuya. But they need to get out; Dazai can hear the voices and the movement, the direction they're coming from. He spots a door to the side, looks back to Chuuya stepping towards him, and reaches out.
You can hold onto me. It's a wordless agreement, an offer that Chuuya can take if he chooses. If he's not stubborn about it.]